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ROUND THE WORLD IN 

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EIGHTY DAYS 

JULES VERNE 

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EDITED FOR SCHOOL READING WITH AN INTRODUCTION AND NOTES 


BY 



TWO COPIES receive 

UNIV^EKSITY PUBLISHING COMPANY 

NEW YORK . BOSTON . NEW ORLEANS 

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COPYKIGHT, 1898, BY J 

UNIVERSITY PUBLISHING COMPANY 





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INTRODUCTION. 

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Jules Verne, the accomplished author of “ Round the World in Eighty 
Days,” has made geography and astronomy a special feature in many of 
his wonderful books, and he has invested his treatment of those subjects 
with all the charm of romance. Thousands of people have learned from 
his works more about strange places in the world and strange things in 
the heavens and on the earth than they could have found in ordinary 
books of science or history. Verne’s taste in this direction is well indi- 
cated in the title of his principal works, among the best known of which 
are, “Five Weeks in a Balloon,” “Twenty Thousand Leagues under the 
Sea,” “Round the World in Eighty Days,” “A Floating City,” and 
“ The Mysterious Island.” 

“ Round the World in Eighty Days,” though in its plot and characters 
a work of fiction, is as instructive as a genuine book of travel, and far • 
more entertaining than many such publications. The hero of the story, 
Mr. Phileas Fogg, is an Englishman, in many respects typical of his 
tountry, who, having set out to go round the world in a specified time, 
'.nd staked a large sum on the venture, is resolved to accomplish the task, 
and does accomplish it in spite of obstacles and disappointments of the 
most extraordinary kind, which afford him occasion for the exercise of 
his qualities of coolness, courage, and determination. 

It is noteworthy that there is no bad character introduced into the 
otory. There is no “ villain of the piece.” Mr. Fogg is a perfect gentle- 
man. His servant. Passepartout, is so good and faithful, and plays so 
important a part all through, that he almost deserves to be regarded as 
the hero. Mrs. Aouda is a charming woman, and shows her gratitude in 
a way most striking and interesting ; and even Fix the detective dis- 
plays qualities that make the reader like him, notwithstanding his 
attempts against Mr. Fogg and his arrest of that gentleman at a most 
critical time — which, however, are all in the line of what he conceives to 
be honest detective duty. 

The author of the story, at once so entertaining and instructive, is a 
native of Nantes, a city of west France, where he was born in 1828. 
Though he studied law in his early years, he has devoted his life mainly 



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INTRODUCTION. 


to literature. He is a member of the Geographical Society of Paris, and 
devotes much attention to its proceedings. He has travelled in many 
parts of the world, and has had considerable experience as a sailor in a 
little bark or yacht of his own, on which he has made frequent excur- 
sions round the French and British coasts. 

In the preparation of this condensed edition of “Hound the World in 
Eighty Days,” the English translation selected for use has been com- 
pared all through with the complete French edition of the work, and 
many important improvements have been made so as to present a more 
faithful rendering of the author’s text. 


ROUI^D THE WORLD m 
EIGHTY DAYS. 

CHAPTER I. 

PHILEAS FOGG, ESQ. 

In’ the year 1872, the house No. 7 Saville Row, Burlington 
Garden, London, was inhabited by Phileas Fogg, Esq., one 
of the most singular and remarkable members of the Reform 
Club of that city. He was a very strange person, this Phileas 
Fogg. Nothing was known of him but that he was a very 
honest man, and a gentleman of good society. 

Though certainly an Englishman, Phileas Fogg was perhaps 
not a Londoner. He was never seen on ’Change,^ at the 
Bank, or in any of the counting-houses of the city. The 
docks of London had never received a vessel owned by Phileas 
Fogg. He was not a member of any public body. His name 
was never heard in any Inns of Court,* neither in the Temple, 
nor Lincoln’s Inn, nor Gray’s Inn. 

He was neither a manufacturer, nor a merchant, nor a 
farmer. He belonged to none of the many societies that swarm 
in the capital of England. Phileas Fogg was a member of 
the Reform Club, and that was all. 

To any one who may ask how a gentleman about whom so 
little was known got to be a member of this most respectable 

1 contraction for Exchange, a place where one of which all barristers (lawyers) must 

the bankers and merchants of a city meet belong. There are four of them— the Inner 
at certain hours to transact business. Temple, the Middle Temple, Lincoln’s Inn, 

2 colleges or societies in London, to some and Gray’s Inn. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


club, we may explain that he was admitted on the recom- 
mendation of Baring Brothers,* with whom he had an open 
credit.** 

Was Phileas Fogg a rich man ? Undoubtedly he was. But 
no one could tell how he had made his money. He was not 
an extravagant man. Neither was he a miser, for when money 
was needed for a good object, he gave it quietly, and even 
without letting it be known who had given it. He talked as 
little as possible, and he seemed the more mysterious because 
he was so silent. 

Had he traveled ? It was probable, for none knew the v/orld 
better than he; there was no place so remote that he did no.t 
appear to have a special knowledge of it. Sometimes he would 
correct the thousand stories circulating in the club about 
travelers lost or strayed; he pointed out the true probabili- 
ties, and so often did events justify his words that he seemed 
as if gifted with a sort of second sight.® He was a man who 
must have traveled — in spirit at least. 

It was, however, certain, that for many years Phileas Fogg 
had not been out of London. No one could pretend to have 
seen him anywhere except upon the direct route which he 
traveled every day from his house to the club. His only pas- 
time was reading the papers and playing whist. “ He often 
won at this quiet game; but he never kept his winnings. 
They made an important part of his charity fund. Mr. Fogg 
seemed always to play for the sake of playing, not to win. 

Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or children, 
relatives or friends. He lived alone in his house in Saville 
Row. A single servant was all that was needed to attend him 
there. He breakfasted and dined at the club, at the sa le 
time every day, in the same room, at the same table, and he 

> bankers of London. s the power of seeing things future < ■; 

* that is, the bank was ready to cash distant, 
his checks to an unlimited extent, because * a game at cards, said to be so called he- 
of his being known as a man of good finan- cause it requires silence or close atteniis^T . 
cial standing. the word whist meaning silent. 


JEAN PASSEPARTOUT. 


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returned home to go to bed exactly at midnight. Of the 
twenty-four hours he passed ten at his house either sleeping 
or occupied with his toilet. 


CHAPTER II. 

JEAN PASSEPARTOUT. 

Phileas Eogg required from his servant extraordinary 
regularity and punctuality. This very day, the second of 
October, he had dismissed James Forster for bringing him 
shaving water at eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit,^ instead of 
eighty-six — and he was waiting for his successor, who was 
to make his appearance between eleven and half -past eleven. 

Phileas Fogg, squarely seated in his arm-chair, his feet close 
together, like those of a soldier on parade, his hands resting 
on his knees, his body straiglit, his head erect, was watching 
the hand of the clock. On the stroke of half-past eleven Mr. 
Fogg would, according to his daily habit, leave his house and 
go to the Reform Club. 

At this moment there was a knock at the door of the small 
parlor. Janies Forster, the dismissed servant, appeared. 

“ The new servant,” said he. 

A young man, aged thirty years, came forward and bowed. 

“You are a Frenchman, and your name is John?” asked 
Phileas Fogg. 

“Jean,® if it does not displease monsieur,”® replied the 
new-comer. “ Jean Passepartout, “ a surname which has clung 
to me and which my natural aptitude for changing my busi- 
ness has justified. I have had several trades. I have been 

> (proji. fah'ren-hlt) the thermometer in ^ (pron. zhong) French for John. 
common use in America and England, so * (pron. mo-seer') French for si?' or mis- 
called from the inventor of its scale, which ter, a word of courtesy or respect, in con- 
has the zero marked at 32 degrees below the stant use in France. 

freezing point of water, and the boiling < (pron. pas-par-too') French from passer, 
point at 212 degrees above. to pass, and partout, everywhere. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


a traveling singer; a circus rider, and I was a sergeant fireman 
at Paris. But five years have passed since I left Prance, and, 
wishing to have a taste of family life, I have been a valet in 
England. Now, finding myself out of a situation, I have pre- 
sented myself to monsieur with the hope of living tranquilly 
with him, and of forgetting even the name of Passepartout.” 

“Passepartout suits me,” replied the gentleman. “Yon 
are recommended to me. I have good reports concerning 
you. You know my conditions ? ” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“ Well, what is your time ? ” 

“ Twenty-two minutes after eleven,” replied Passepartout, 
drawing from his pocket an enormous silver watch. 

“You are slow,” said Mr. Fogg. 

“ Pardon me, monsieur, it is impossible.” 

“ You are four minutes slow. It does not matter. It is 
enough to state the difierence. Then, from this moment — 
twenty-nine minutes after eleven o’clock, A.M., this Wednes- 
day, October 2, 1872, you are in my service.” 

' This said, Phileas Fogg rose, took his hat, placed it upon 
his head, and disappeared without another word. Passe- 
partout heard the street door close once; it was his new master 
going out; then a second time; it was James Forster depart- 
ing. Passepartout remained alone in the house in Saville Kow. 

CHAPTER III. 

THE PLACE SUITED HIM. 

“Upon my word,” said Passepartout to himself, “I have 
seen good people at Madame Tussaud’s as lively as my new 
master.” 

Madame Tussaud’s “good people” are wax figures, much 
visited in London, and who want only speech to be men and 
women. 


THE PLACE SUITED HIM. 


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During the few minutes he liad talked with Phileas Fogg, 
Passepartout had examined his future master carefully. He 
was a man that appeared to be forty years old, of fine, hand- 
some face, of tall figure, somewhat fleshy, his hair and whisk- 
ers light, his face rather pale than flushed, his teeth magnifi- 
cent. He possessed in the highest degree what physiognomists * 
call ‘‘repose in action,” a quality common to those who do 
more work than talking. In the various acts of his existence, 
he gave the idea of a well balanced being in all his parts. In- 
deed, Phileas Fogg was one of those exact people who, never 
hurried and always ready, are saving of their steps and their 
motions. He never made one step too many, and always went 
by the shortest route. He did not give an idle look. He never 
seemed moved or troubled. He was a man of the least possible 
haste, but always arrived on time. 

As .for Jean Passepartout, he was a good fellow, with one of 
those good round heads that we like to see on the shoulders 
of a friend. His eyes were blue, his complexion was rosy, his 
face fat enough for him to see his cheek bones, his chest broad, 
his form full, and he possessed great strength. 

Would Passepartout be in all respects the kind of a servant 
that his master needed ? That would be seen only by using 
him. After having had quite a wandering youth, he longed 
for repose, but until the present, fate had treated him badly. 
He had served in ten different families. In every one of them 
the people were full of fancies and irregular, running about 
the country or after adventures — which no longer suited 
Passepartout. In the meantime, he learned that Phileas 
Fogg, Esq., wanted a servant. He made some inquiry about 
the gentleman. A person whose life was so regular, who never 
slept in a strange bed, who did not travel, who was never 
absent, not even for a day, could not but suit him. He pre- 
sented himself, and was accepted under the circumstances that 
we already know. 

1 persons who judge of the qualities of the mind hy the appearance of the face. 


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BOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


At half-past eleven Passepartout found himself alone in the 
Saville Row mansion. He immediately set to work examining 
it, from cellar to attic. The house, clean and well-ordered, 
pleased him. He found without difficulty, in the second 
story, the room designed for him. It suited him. Electric 
hells and speaking tubes put it in communication with the 
lower stories. On the mantel was an electric clock exactly 
like the one in Phileas Fogg’s bed-chamber, both beating the 
same second at the same instant. ‘‘ That suits me, that suits 
me! ” said Passepartout. 

He observed also in his room a notice fastened above the 
clock. It was the programme for the daily service — the tea 
and toast at twenty-three minutes after eight, the shaving 
water at thirty-seven minutes after nine, the toilet at twenty 
minutes before ten, etc. Then everything was noted down 
that was to be done from half -past eleven in the morning until 
midnight, the hour at which the gentleman retired. Passe- 
partout took a pleasure in studying this programme, and im- 
pressing upon his mind its various directions. 

As to Mr. Fogg’s wardrobe, it was in very good taste, and 
wonderfully complete. Each pair of trousers, each coat 
and vest bore a regular number, which was entered upon 
a register, also the time of the year at which these garments 
were to be worn in their turn. The same rule applied to shoes. 

After having carefully examined the house. Passepartout 
rubbed his hands, his broad face brightened, and he repeated 
cheerfully, “ This suits me! This is the place for me! ” 

CHAPTER IV. 

A BANK ROBBERY. 

Phileas Fogg had left his home in Saville Row at half- 
past eleven, and after putting his right foot before his left 
foot five hundred and seventy-five times, and his left foot 


A BANK ROBBERY. 


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before his right foot five hundred and seventy-six times, he 
arrived at the Reform Club, a roomy and lofty building in 
Pall Mall,' which cost not less than three millions to build. 
He went at once to the dining-room, whose nine windows 
opened upon a fine garden, with trees already gilded by 
autumn. There, he took his seat at his regular table 
where the plate was awaiting him. His breakfast consisted 
of a boiled fish, a slice of roast beef, and a bit of Cheshire 
cheese, the whole washed down with a few cups of excel- 
lent tea. 

At forty-seven minutes past noon Mr. Fogg rose and turned 
his steps toward the large hall, a magnificent apartment 
adorned with paintings in elegant frames. There a servant 
handed him the Times. The reading of this journal occupied 
Phileas Fogg until a quarter before four, and the reading of 
the Standard, which came next, lasted until dinner. This 
meal passed ofi the same way as the breakfast. 

At twenty minutes before six, the gentleman came again 
into the large hall and began reading the Morning Chronicle. 
Half an hour later other members of the Reform Club entered 
and came near the fireplace, in which a coal fire was burning. 
They were the usual associates of Phileas Fogg; like himself, 
great players of whist: Andrew Stuart, an engineer; John 
Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, bankers; Thomas Flanagan, 
a brewer; and Gauthier Ralph, one of the directors of the 
Bank of England — rich and respected personages, even in this 
club, which counted among its members the wealthiest busi- 
ness men. 

“ Well, Ralph,” asked Thomas Flanagan, ‘‘how about that 
robbery ? ” 

“Why,” replied Andrew Stuart, “the bank will lose the 
money.” 

“ I hope, on the contrary,” said Ralph, “ that we will put 
our hands on the robber. Very skillful detectives have been 

1 {prm. p611-m611) one of the streets of London. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


sent to all the principal ports of America and Europe, and it 
will be hard for the fellow to escape.” 

‘‘But have you the description of the robber?” asked 
Andrew Stuart. 

“In the first place, he is not a robber,” replied Gauthier 
Ealph, seriously. 

“ How! He is not a robber, the fellow who has stolen fifty- 
five thousand pounds ' in bank-notes! ” 

“No,” replied Gauthier Ealph. 

“ Is he, then, a manufacturer? ” said John Sullivan. 

“ The Morning Chronicle assures us he is a gentleman.^’ 

The party that made this reply was Phileas Fogg, whose 
head came forth from the mass of papers heaped around him. 
At the same time he greeted his companions, who returned 
his salutation. The matter about which they were talking 
had occurred three days before, on the 29th of September. 
A package of bank-notes, making the great sum of fifty-five 
thousand pounds, had been taken from the counter of the 
principal cashier of the Bank of England, at the very moment 
the cashier was recording a receipt of three shillings and six- 
pence.^ The man could not have his eyes everywhere. And 
the Bank of England appears to have great faith in the honor 
of the public. There are no guards, no gratings; * and gold, 
silver and bills are freely exposed, at the mercy of the first 
comer. 

When the robbery became known, detectives were sent to 
the principal ports — Liverpool, Glasgow, ‘ Havre, ^ Suez,® Brin- 
disi,^ New York, etc., with the promise of a reward of two 
thousand pounds and five per cent, of the amount recovered. 
The Morning Chronicle said there was good reason for think- 

1 about $275,000, a pound British being ‘ a seaport in the north of France on the 
equal to about $5. English Channel. 

* about 87 cents. * See map. 

3 meaning that the Bank counters have no ^ a seaport of South Italy, and the prin- 
gratings, and that there are no guards or cipal transit station on the route from north- 
watchers during business hours. ern Europe to Asia and Australia by the 

* the principal port of Scotland. Suez Canal. See map. 


MR. FOGG BETS TWENTY THOUSAND POUNDS. 


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ing the robber was not a member of any of the robber bands 
of England. On the day of the robbery a well dressed gentle- 
man had been noticed going in and out of the paying-room. 
A description of the gentleman was sent at once to all the 
detectives of the United Kingdom ^ and of the Continent. 

CHAPTER V. 

MR. FOGG BETS TWENTY THOUSAND POUNDS. 

As may be supposed, the robbery was the talk of all London 
and throughout England. The discussion continued between 
the gentlemen in the Reform Club who were seated at a whist 
table, Stuart having Flanagan as a partner, and Fallentin 
having Phileas Fogg. During the playing the parties did not 
speak, but between the games the interrupted conversation 
was resumed. 

‘‘I maintain,” said Stuart, “that the chances are in favor 
of the robber, who must be a smart fellow.” 

“ Well,” said Ralph, “ there is not a country where he can 
take refuge. Where do you suppose he could go ? ” 

“I don’t know,” replied Stuart, “but the world is big 
enough.” 

“ It was formerly,” said Phileas Fogg, in a low tone. 

“ How formerly ? ” exclaimed Stuart, “ has the world grown 
smaller ? ” 

‘MVithout doubt,” said Ralph. “I am of the opinion of 
Mr. Fogg. The world has grown smaller, since we can go 
round it now ten times quicker than one hundred years ago. 
And this will render the search more rapid.” 

“ And will also render the flight of the robber more easy,” re- 
plied Stuart. “ It must be confessed, Mr. Ralph, that you have 
found a funny way of proving that the world has grown smaller. 
Because the tour of it can be made in three months ” 

1 England, Scotland, and Ireland together are called the United Kingdom. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


In eighty days,” said Phileas Fogg. 

“That’s so, gentlemen,” added John Sullivan, “eighty 
days, since the section between Rothal and Allahabad, on the 
Great Indian Peninsular Railway, has been opened. Here is 
the calculation made by the Morning Chronicle : 

Days. 

From London to Suez, via ’ Mont Cenis ’ and 


Brindisi, by rail and steamers 7 

From Suez to Bombay,* steamer 13 

From Bombay to Calcutta,* rail 3 

From Calcutta to Hongkong,* China, steamer. . 13 

From Hongkong to Yokohama,* Japan, steamer. 6 
From Yokohama to San Francisco, steamer. ... 22 

From San Francisco to New York, rail . 7 

From New York to London, steamer and rail. . . 9 


80 

“Yes, eighty days,” exclaimed Andrew Stuart, “but not 
including bad weather, contrary winds, shipwrecks, running 
off the track, etc.” 

“Everything included,” replied Phileas Fogg. 

“Even if the Hindus^ or the Indians tear up the rails!” 
exclaimed Andrew Stuart, “if they stop the trains, plunder 
the cars, and scalp the passengers! ” 

“All included,” replied Phileas Fogg. 

“ I would like to see you do it! ” 

“ It depends only upon you. Let us start together.” 

“Heaven preserve me!” exclaimed Stuart, “but I would 
wager four thousand pounds that such a journey, under these 
conditions, is impossible.” 

1 by way of, via being Latin for way. of it cost $15,000,000. Through it passes 
’ {pron. mOng sg-ng') the great railway one of the principal routes of travel from 
tunnel through the Alps Mountains, from north-west Europe via Brindisi and the 
Savoy in France to Piedmont in Italy. The Suez Canal, to east Africa, Asia, and 
tunnel takes its name from Mont Cenis, a Australia, 
peak of the mountain under which it runs. * See map. 

It is 7J miles long, and the construction < natives of Hindustan or India. 


MR. FOGG BETS TWENTY THOUSAND POUNDS. 15 


On the contrary, quite possible,” replied Mr. Fogg. 

“ Well, make it then! ” 

“ The tour of the world in eighty days? ” 

“Yes.” 

“ I am willing.” 

“When?” 

“At once. Only I warn you that I shall do it at your 
expense.” 

“ It is folly,” cried Stuart, “ let us go on with our play.” 

“Deal, then,” replied Phileas Fogg. 

Andrew Stuart took up the cards, then suddenly putting 
them on the table again, he said: 

“ Well, Mr. Fogg, I bet you four thousand pounds.” 

“My dear Stuart,” said Fallentin, “compose yourself. It 
is not serious.” 

“When I say ^I bet,’” replied Stuart, “it is always 
serious.” 

“So be it,” said Mr. Fogg; and then, turning to his com- 
panions, he continued: “I have twenty thousand pounds 
deposited at Baring Brothers. I will willingly risk them ” 

“Twenty thousand pounds!” cried John Sullivan. 
“ Twenty thousand pounds, which may be lost by an un- 
foreseen delay!” 

“The unforeseen does not exist,” replied Phileas Fogg, 
quietly. 

“But, Mr. Fogg, this period of eighty days is calculated as 
the least possible time; and iji order not to exceed it you must 
jump at the exact moment from the trains into the steamers, 
and from the steamers upon the trains.” 

“ I will jump at the exact moment.” 

“ That is a joke.” 

^ “A good Englishman never jokes when so serious a matter 
3 a wager is in question,” replied Phileas Fogg. “I bet 
: venty thousand pounds that I will make the tour of the 
orld in eighty days or less — that is, nineteen hundred and 


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BOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


twenty hours, or one hundred and fifteen thousand two hun- 
dred minutes. Do you accept ? ” 

‘‘We accept,” replied Messrs.* Stuart, Fallentin, Sullivan, 
Flanagan, and Ealph, after having talked it over. 

“Very well,” said Mr. Fogg. “The Dover “ train starts 
at eight forty-five. I shall take it.” 

“ This very evening ? ” asked Stuart. 

“This very evening,” replied Phileas Fogg. Then he 
added, consulting a pocket almanac: “ Since to-day is Wed- 
nesday, October the second, I ought to be back in London, in 
this very saloon ® of the Eeform Club, on Saturday, the twenty- 
first of December, at eight forty-five in the evening. If not, 
the twenty thousand pounds will belong to you, gentlemen. 
Here is a check for the amount.” 

A memorandum of the wager was made and signed on the 
spot by the six parties interested. Phileas Fogg remained 
cool. He had not bet to win, and had risked only twenty 
thousand pounds — the half of his fortune — because he foresaw 
that he might have to expend the other half to accomplish 
this difficult, if not impossible, journey. 

Seven o’clock struck. They proposed to Mr. Fogg to stop 
playing, so that he could make preparations for his departure. 

“I am always ready,” replied this cool gentleman, and 
dealing the cards, he said, “It is your turn to play, Mr. 
Stuart.” 


CHAPTEK VI. 

THE JOURNEY BEGINS. 

At twenty-five minutes after seven, Phileas Fogg, having 
won twenty guineas ^ at whist, took leave of his companions 

1 sirs, gentlemen; contraction of mes- ^ guinea, a British coin equal in value to 
sieurs {]yron. mes'yerz), plural of the French about five dollars, and so called from having 
monsieur. been originally made of gold found • i 

5 See map. Guinea, a country of Africa. Guinea^" 

* a reception hall. not now coined. 


THE JOUKNEY BEGINS. 


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and left the Keform Club. At ten minutes to eight, he opened 
the door of his house and entered. Passepartout, who had 
carefully studied his programme, was surprised at seeing Mr. 
Fogg guilty of the irregularity of coming home at this un- 
usual hour. According to the notice, he ought not to have 
returned before midnight. 

Phileas Fogg went first to his bedroom. Then he called: 
‘‘Passepartout!” 

Passepartout did not reply. This call he thought could 
not be addressed to him, as it was not the hour. 

“ Passepartout,” Mr. Fogg called again, without raising his 
voice much. 

Passepartout presented himself. 

“It is the second time that I have called you,” said Mr. 
Fogg. 

“But it is not midnight,” replied Passepartout, with his 
watch in his hand. 

“ I know it,” continued Phileas Fogg, “ and I do not blame 
you. We leave in ten minutes for Dover and Calais.” ' 

A sort of grimace appeared on the round face of the French- 
man. It was plain that he had not fully understood. 

“ Monsieur is going to leave home ? ” he asked. 

“Yes,” replied Phileas Fogg. “We are going to make a 
tour of the world.” 

“A tour of the world! ” exclaimed Passepartout, in aston- 
ishment. 

“In eighty days,” replied Mr. Fogg, “so we have not a 
moment to lose.” 

“ But the trunks ? ” said Passepartout. 

“ No trunks necessary. Only a carpet-bag, with two woolen 
shirts and three pairs of stockings for me and the same for 
you. We will purchase on the way. You may bring down 
iiy mackintosh and traveling cloak, also stout shoes, although 
^ve will walk but little or not at all. Go.” 

1 See map. ^ a water-proof outer garment, so called from the name of the inventor. 

3 


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BOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


Passepartout would have liked to make reply, but lie could 
not. He left Mr. Fogg’s room, went up to his own, fell back 
in a chair, and, using a jihrase common in his own country, 
he said : 

“ AYell, well, that’s too bad! I who had hoped to be able to 
remain quiet.” 

By eight o’clock he had put in order the modest bag which 
contained his wardrobe and that of his master; then he left 
his room and rejoined Mr. Fogg. 

Mr. Fogg was ready. He carried under his arm “Brad- 
shaw’s Continental Railway, Steam Transit and General 
Guide,” which was to furnish him all the necessary directions 
for his journey. He took the bag from Passepartout’s hands, 
opened it, and slipped into it a heavy package of those fine 
bank-notes which are current ^ in all countries. 

“ You have forgotten nothing? ” he asked. 

“Nothing, monsieur.” 

“ My mackintosh and cloak ? ” 

“ Here they are.” 

“Good; take this bag,” and Mr. Fogg handed it to Passe- 
partout. “And be careful of it,” he added, “it contains 
twenty thousand pounds.” 

The bag nearly slipped out of Passepartout’s hands, as if 
the twenty thousand pounds were all in gold and were very 
heavy. Master and servant then descended, and went out, 
and double-locked the street door. At the end of Saville Row 
there was a carriage stand. Phileas Fogg and his servant got 
into a cab, which was driven rapidly towards Charing Cross 
Station, at which one of the branches of the Southeastern 
Railway touches. At twenty minutes after eight the cab 
stopped before the gate of the station. Passepartout jumped 
out. His master followed him, and paid the driver. 

At this moment a poor beggar-woman, holding a child in 
her arms, approached Mr. Fogg, and asked for help. Mr. 

1 generally received. They were Bank of England notes or hills. 


THE JOURNEY BEGINS. 


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Fogg drew from his pocket the tweoty guineas which he had 
won at whist, and giving them to the woman, said : 

‘‘ Here, my good woman, I am glad to have met you.” 

Then he passed on. Passepartout had something like a 
feeling of moisture about his eyes. His master had touched 
his heart. 

Mr. Fogg and he went immediately into the large sitting- 
room of the station. There Phileas Fogg gave Passepartout 
an order to get two first-class tickets to Paris. Then, turn- 
ing round, he noticed his five friends of the Reform Club who 
had come to see him off. 

‘‘Gentlemen,” he said, “I am going, and the various 
vises ^ put upon a passport which I take for that purpose will 
prove to you, on my return, that I have made the journey.” 

“Oh! Mr. Fogg,” replied Gauthier Ralph, “that is not 
necessary. We will depend upon your honor as a gentleman.” 

“ It is better so,” said Mr. Fogg. 

“ You do not forget,” remarked Andrew Stuart, “ that you 
ought to be back ” 

“ In eighty days,” replied Mr. Fogg. “ Saturday, December 
21, 1872, at a quarter before nine p.m. Farewell, gentlemen.” 

At forty minutes after eight, Phileas Fogg and his servant 
took their seats in the same compartment. At eight-forty-five 
the whistle sound'd, and the train started. 

The nigipts Was lark. A fine rain was falling. Phileas 
Foggj‘‘ 'leaning bad in his corner did not speak. Passepar- 
tout, still stupefied^ hugged up the bag with the bank-notes. 
But the train had uot passed Sydenham,’ when Passepartout 
uttered a cry of des^^ir. 

“ What is the mate ? ” asked Mr. Fogg. 

1 A foreigner is not allowe^ to travel in country in which he is traveling, and the 
some countries without a past ort, that is, officer puts his vise {pron. vS-zS) upon it, 
a paper from the government athorities of that is, he endorses or signs it with his 
his own country certifying thaiie is travel- name, signifying that it has been examined 
in» on {troper and legitimate buness. He and found correct. 

must show the passport when a^ed for Ity 2 a suburb of London, on the railway line 
any agent or officer of governyut in the between that city and Dover. 


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EOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


‘‘ AVhy — in — in my haste — my disturbed state of mind, I 

forgot ” 

“ Forgot what ? ” 

“ To turn off the gas in my room.” 

“Very well, young man,” replied Mr. Fogg, coolly, “it 
will burn at your expense.” 


CHAPTER VII. 

A TELEGRAM TO THE POLICE. 

Phileas Fogg doubtless did not imagine the great excite- 
ment his departure would create. The news of the wager 
spread first in the Reform Club, and made quite a stir among 
its members. Then it got into the newspapers, and from the 
papers to the public of the United Kingdom. Some took 
sides with Phileas Fogg, but the greater number declared 
against him. He was generally treated as a maniac, as a fool, 
and his friends were blamed for having taken up the wager, 
Avhich showed the weakness of mind of the person who pro- 
posed it. Extremely passionate articles appeared in the news- 
papers upon the subject. The interest felt in England in 
everything about geography is well known. So there was not 
a reader, to whatever class he belonged, wl/o did not devour 
the columns devoted to Phileas Fogg. j 

A long article appeared, on the seventh mf October, in' the 
Bulletin^ of the Royal Geographical ^f>ciety. It treated 
the question from all points of view, ar y showed plainly the 
folly of the enterprise. According to ty article, everything 
was against the traveler. To succeed, t^re would have to be 
a miraculous agreement at every town ^ station between the 
hours of arrival and departure, and. iQ^re could be no such 
agreement. The arrival of trains a^‘^ fixed hour could he 
counted upon in Europe, where theg/fetances are short; but 

1 a name given to a journal recording the pn/^kngs of a learned society. 


A TELEGRAM TO THE POLICE. 


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when three days are spent in crossing India, and seven days 
in crossing the United States, punctuality could not be ex- 
pected. The accidents to machinery, ruuning of trains oft' 
the track, collisions, bad weather, heavy snows — all were 
against Phileas Fogg. He would find himself in winter on 
the steamers at the mercy of the winds or fogs. The best 
of ocean steamers experience delays, and one delay would be 
enough to break the chain of communication. If Phileas 
Fogg missed only by a few hours the departure of a vessel, he 
would be compelled to wait for the next, and in this Avay his 
journey would result in failure. 

The article caused a great stir. Nearly all the papers copied 
it, and belief in Phileas Fogg went down in a marked degree. 
Heavy bets had been made in his favor, but now the betting 
was a hundred to one against him, and the seventh day after 
his departure a thing happened which stopped the betting 
altogether. 

At nine o’clock in the evening of this day the commissioner 
of the London police received the following telegram: 

‘‘Kowan, Commissioner of Police, Central Office, 
Scotland Yard : ‘ — I have the bank robber, Phileas Fogg. 
Send without delay warrant of arrest to Bombay, British 
India. “Fix, 

The effect of this dispatch was immediate. The honorable 
gentleman disappeared to make room for the bank-robber.^ 
His photograph, which was at the Keform Club, was exam- 
ined. It was, feature by feature, the man whose description 
had been sent to the detectives. People now remembered how 
mysterious Phileas Fogg’s life had been, his sudden departure; 
and it appeared quite plain that, under the pretence of mak- 
ing a journey round the world, and betting so much upon it, 
this person had had no other object than to mislead the police. 

1 the place in London where the chief 2 that is, Mr, Fogg was no longer spoken 
police office is situated. of as a gentleman, but as a robber. 


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BOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


CHAPTER VIII. 

MR. EIX, THE DETECTIVE. 

These are the circumstances under which the dispatch from 
the detective had been sent: 

On Wednesday, the ninth of October, at eleven o’clock a.m., 
the iron steamer Mongolia, of the Peninsular and Oriental 
Company,^ was expected at Suez. The Mongolia made regular 
trips from Brindisi to Bombay by the Suez Canal. It was one 
of the fastest sailers of the line, and had always exceeded the 
regular rate of speed, that is, ten miles an hour between Brindisi 
and Suez, and about nine and a half between Suez and Bombay. 

While waiting for the arrival of the Mongolia, two men were 
walking up and down the wharf, in the midst of a crowd of 
natives and foreigners of this town,® now growing very pros- 
perous through the great work of M. He Lesseps.® One of 
these men was the British consul at Suez. The other was a 
small, spare man, of a quiet, intelligent, nervous face. Just 
now he showed some signs of impatience, going, coming, 
unable to remain in one spot. 

The name of this man was Fix, and he was one of the 
detectives of the English police, that had been sent to the 
various seaports after the robbery committed upon the Bank 
of England. His duty was to watch all travelers taking the 
Suez route, and if one seemed suspicious, to follow him up 
while waiting for a warrant of arrest. Two days previously 
he had received from London a description of the supposed 
robber. The detective, then, excited by the large reward 
promised in case of success, was awaiting with impatience 
the arrival of the Mongolia. 

1 the name of the company owning a line « {pron. deh 15 seps') Monsieur De Les- 
of steamers which ply between the Mediter- seps, the engineer who designed and directed 
ranean and the peninsula of India and other the construction of the Suez Canal, which 
eastern {Onental) countries. crosses the Isthmus of Suez from the Med- 

* Suez. iterranean to the Red Sea, 


MR. FIX, THE DETECTIVE. 


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“ And you say, consul,” he asked for the tenth time, “ that 
this vessel cannot he behind time ? ” 

“No, Mr. Fix,” replied the consul. “She was signaled 
yesterday off Port Said,* and the one hundred and sixty kilo- 
meters ® of the canal are but a trifle for such a sailer. The 
Mongolia has always obtained the reward of twenty-flve pounds 
offered by the government for every gain of twenty-four hours 
over the regulation time.” 

“She comes directly from Brindisi ? ” asked Fix. 

“ Directly from Brindisi, where she took on the India mail. 
She left there on Saturday, at flve o’clock p.m. So have 
patience; she cannot be behind time in arriving. But I do 
not see how, with the description you have received, you can 
recognize your man, if he is on board the Mongolia.” 

“Consul,” replied Fix, “we feel these people rather than 
know them. You must have a scent for them, and the scent 
is like an additional sense, in which hearing, sight, and smell 
are united. I have in my life arrested more than one of these 
gentlemen; and if my robber is on board, I promise you he 
will not slip from my hands.” 

“ I hope so, Mr. Fix, for it is a very big robbery.” 

“ A magniflcent robbery,” replied the detective. “ Fifty- 
flve th ’ ■' ---ids!” 


- lx, Bidd the consul, “I earnestly wish you may 
sr/^cof 1 but from the circumstances it‘will he difficult. The 
fo’ ve received resembles that of an honest man 


'• .i^’UJ,” r ied the detective dogmatically, “great rob- 
. ■; .ay's i:;- ible honest people. Those who have rogues’ 
f: -a VC hut ae course — |o remain honest; otherwise they 

vouJd be ar: .” 

the li'. ne the wharf was becoming lively little by 
h: ,le. Sn 0 •• ' various nationalities, merchants, ship-brok- 
pr rh-r , an fellahs, ® were bustling about, expecting the 

' vi ! - '■ map. 2 about 88 geographical miles. ^ _Egyptian peasants. 


24 


ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


arrival of the steamer every moment. The weather was fine, 
but the air was a little cold. A few minarets * towered above 
the town in the pale rays of the sun. Toward the south a 
jetty of about two thousand yards long extended like an arm 
into the Suez roadstead. Several fishing and coasting vessels 
were tossing about upon the surface of the Eed Sea, some of 
which preserved in their style the elegant shape of the ancient 
galley." 

Moving among this crowd. Fix, from the habit of his pro- 
fession, was carefully examining the passers-by with a rapid 
glance. It was now half -past ten. 

“ This steamer will never arrive! ” he exclaimed, on hearing 
the port clock strike. 

“ She cannot be far off,” replied the consul. 

“ How long will she stop at Suez ? ” asked Fix. 

Four hours. Long enough to take in coal. From Suez 
to Aden, at the other end of the Eed Sea, is reckoned thirteen 
hundred and ten miles, and it is necessary to lay in fuel.” 

“ And from Suez she goes directly to Bombay ? ” 

Directly, without breaking bulk.” ® 

“Well, then,” said Fix, “if the robber has taken this 
vessel, it must be his plan to disembark at Suez, in order to 
reach by another route the Dutch or French possessions in 
Asia. He must know very well that he would not be safe 
in India, which is English territory.” 

“Unless he is a very shrewd man,” replied the consul. 
“You know that an English criminal is always better hidden 
in London than he would be abroad.” 

This idea gave the detective much food for thought, and 

1 towers on the mosques in Mohammedan prayer by persons crying out from the 
countries, from which the people are called minarets. 

to prayer. The inhabitants of Egypt and 2 a low, flat-built vessel, with one deck, 
Arabia are mostly Mohammedans, that is, and navigated with sails and oars; formerly 
believers in the religion taught by Moham- used in the Mediterranean, often rowed by 
med, an alleged prophet who lived in the slaves. 

8th century. The Mohammedans pray sev- ^ that is, without putting off any of the 
eral times in the day and are called to cargo. 


MR. FIX, THE DETECTIVE. 


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tlie consul now returned to his office. Fix remained alone, 
having the feeling that the robber was aboard the Mongolia — 
and, indeed, if the rascal had left England with the intention 
of reaching the New World, the East India route, being 
watched less, or more difficult to watch than the Atlantic, was 
the best way for him to take. 

But Fix was not left long to his reflections. Sharp whistles 
announced the arrival of the steamer. The porters and fellahs 
rushed towards the wharf. A dozen boats put off to meet the 
vessel, and soon her enormous hull was seen passing between 
the shores of the canal. Eleven o’clock was striking when 
she came to anchor in the roadstead. There was quite a num- 
ber of passengers aboard. Some remained on deck, but the 
most of them came ashore in the boats. 

Fix was carefully examining all who landed, when one of 
them approached him and asked politely whether he could 
show him the office of the English consul. At the same time 
he presented a passport which he desired to have vised. Fix 
took the passport, and at a glance read the description in it 
of the owner. The sheet trembled in his hand, for the de- 
scription was the same as that of the robber, which he had got 
from London. 

Is this passport yours ? ” he asked. 

No,” replied the passenger, ‘‘it is my master’s.” 

‘‘ And your master ? ” 

“ Has remained on board.” 

But,” continued the detective, “ he must present himself 
in person at the consul’s office.” 

“ What, is that necessary ? ” 

“ Must be done.” 

‘‘ And where is the office ? ” 

“ There at the corner of the square,” replied the detective, 
pointing out a house a hundred yards off. 

“ Then I must go for my master,” said the passenger, after 
which he bowed to Fix, and returned to the steamer. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


CHAPTER IX. 

UP TO TIME AT SUEZ. 

The detective left the wharf and quickly proceeded to the 
consul’s office, where he was shown at once into the presence 
of the official. 

‘‘Consul,” he said, “I have strong reasons for believing 
that our man is aboard the Mongolia.” 

And Fix told what had taken place between the servant and 
himself. 

“Well, Mr. Fix,” replied the consul, “I would not be 
sorry to see the face of this rogue. But perhaps he will not 
come to my office, if he is what you suppose. A robber does 
not like to leave tracks behind him, and, besides, one is no 
longer obliged to have passports.” 

“Consul,” said the detective, “he will come if he is as 
shrewd a man as I think.” 

“ To have his passport vised ? ” 

“Yes. Passports are useful only to inconvenience honest 
people and to aid the flight of rogues. You may be sure his 
will be all regular, but I hope you will not vise it.” 

“ And why not ? If his passport is regular, I have no right 
to refuse my vise.” 

“ But, consul, I must keep this man here until I receive a 
warrant of arrest from London.” 

“Ah, Mr. Fix, that is your business,” replied the consul, 
“ but I — I cannot ” 

The consul did not finish his sentence, for at this moment 
there was a knock at the door, and the office boy showed in 
two strangers, one of whom was the very servant who had 
been talking with the detective. They were, in fact, the 
master and servant. The master presented his j^assport, ask- 
ing the consul to be kind enough to vise it. The latter took 
the passport and read it carefully, while Fix, in one corner of 


UP TO TIME AT SUEZ. 


27 


the room, was eagerly eyeing the stranger. When the consul 
had finished reading, he asked : 

“You are Phileas Fogg, Esq.? ” 

“ Yes, sir,” replied the gentleman. 

“ And this man is your servant ? ” 

“Yes, a Frenchman, named Passepartout.” 

“You come from London ? ” 

‘ “Yes.” 

“ And you are going ” 

“ To Bombay.” 

“ Well, sir, you know that we no longer require pass- 
ports ? ” 

“I know it,” replied Phileas Fogg, “but I wish to prove 
by your vise that I passed by Suez.” 

“ Very well, sir.” 

And the consul having signed and dated the passport and 
put his seal upon it, Mr. Fogg paid the fee, and, bowing 
coldly, he went out, followed by his servant. 

“ Well ? ” asked the detective. 

“ He has the appearance of a perfectly honest man,” replied 
the consul. 

“Possible,” replied Fix; “but that is not the question. 
Don’t you think this gentleman resembles feature for feature 
the robber whose description I have received ? ” 

“ No doubt he does; but you know all descriptions ” 

“I shall make sure about it,” said Fix. “The servant 
appears to me less of a riddle than the master. And he is a 
Frenchman who cannot keep from talking. I will see you 
again soon, consul.” 

The detective then went out to search for Passepartout. 
Meanwhile, Mr. Fogg, after leaving the consul’s office, had 
gone toward the wharf. There he gave some order to his 
servant, and, getting into a boat, returned to the Mongolia, 
and went into his cabin. He then took out his memorandum- 
book, in which were the following notes: 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


Left London, Wednesday, October 2, at 8.45 p.m. 

Arrived at Paris, Thursday, October 3, 7.20 a.m. 

Left Paris, Thursday, 8.40 a.m. 

Arrived at Turin,^ via Mont Oenis, Friday, October 4, 
6.35 A.M. 

Left Turin, Friday, 7.20 a.m. 

Arrived at Brindisi, Saturday, October 5, 4 p.m. 

Left on the Mongolia, Saturday, 5 p.m. 

Arrived at Suez, Wednesday, October 9, 11 a.m. 

Total number of hours consumed, 158J; days, 6^. 

Mr. Fogg had these dates in a book arranged in columns, 
showing, from the 2d of October to the 21st of December — 
the month, day of the month, the day of the week, of the 
expected and the actual arrivals at each principal point — Paris, 
Brindisi, Suez, Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore,^ Hongkong, 
Yokohama, San Francisco, New York, Liverpool, London; 
and allowing space to mark the gain made or the loss at each 
place on the route. And so he always knew whether he was 
ahead or behind time. This day, Wednesday, October 9th, 
he noted down his arrival at Suez, and found that he had 
neither gained nor lost. 


CHAPTER X. 

PASSEPARTOUT TALKS TOO MUCH. 

Fix in a few moments rejoined Passepartout, who was 
loitering and looking about on the wharf. 

“Well, my friend,” said the detective, coming up to him, 
“ is your passport vised ? ” 

“Ah! it is you, monsieur,” replied the Frenchman. 
“ Much obliged. It is all right.” 

“ And you are looking at the country ? ” 

1 a city of north Italy. 


2 See map. 


PASSEPARTOUT TALKS TOO MUCH. 


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“ Yes; but we go so quickly, that it seems to me that I am 
traveling in a dream. And so we are in Suez ? ” 

‘‘Yes, in Suez.” 

“In Egypt?” 

“You are quite right, in Egypt.” 

“Which is in Africa?” 

“Yes, in Africa.” 

“In Africa,” repeated Passepartout. “I can hardly be- 
lieve it. Jusfc fancy, sir, I did not imagine we would go 
further than Paris, and all I saw of the famous capital was 
between twenty minutes after seven and twenty minutes of 
nine in the morning, between the northern station and the 
Lyons ^ station, through the windows of a cab.” 

“ You are, then, in a great hurry ? ” asked the detective. 

“No, I am not, but my master is. But I must buy some 
shirts and shoes. A\^e came away without trunks and with 
nothing but a carpet-bag.” 

“ I will take you to a store where you will find everything 
you want.” 

“Monseiur,” replied Passepartout, “you are very kind.” 

And both started off. Passepartout talking as they went 
along. 

“Above all,” he said, “I must take care not to miss the 
steamer.” 

“ You have the time,” replied Fix; “ it is only noon.” 

“Noon! Not at all! It is only eight minutes to ten. ” 

“ Your watch is slow.” 

“My watch! A family watch, sir, that has come down 
from my great-grandfather ! It doesn’t vary five minutes in 
the year.” 

“I see what’s the matter,” said Fix. “You have kept 
London time, which is about two hours behind that of Suez. 
You must be careful to set your watch at noon in each 
country.’” 


1 a town in the south of France. 


2 See note 2, page 46. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


‘‘What! I touch my watch!” cried Passepartout. 
‘‘Never!” 

“ Well, then, it will not agree with the sun.” 

“ So much the worse for the sun, monsieur. The sun will 
be wrong then.” 

And the good fellow put the watch back into his fob with 
a haughty gesture. After a few moments’ silence Fix said to 
him: 

“You left London very hurriedly ? ” 

“ I should think so. Last Wednesday, at eight o’clock in 
the evening, contrary to all his habits, Monsieur Fogg re- 
turned from his club, and in three-quarters of an hour after- 
ward we were off.” 

“ Where is your master going ? ” , 

“ Eight straight ahead. He is going round the world.” 

“ Eound the world ! ” 

“Yes, in eighty days. On a wager, he says; hut, between 
ourselves, I do not believe it. There is no sense in it. It 
must he something else.” 

“ Is this Mr. Fogg rich ? ” 

“ He must be, for he carries a big sum with him in fresh 
bank-notes. And he doesn’t spare money on the road, either. 
He has promised a splendid reward to the engineer of the 
Mongolia if we arrive at Bombay ahead of time.” 

“ Have you known him for a long time, this master of 
yours ? ” 

“No,” replied Passepartout, “I entered his service only on 
the very day of our departure.” 

The effect these answers had on the mind of the detective, 
may easily be imagined. This hurried departure from London 
so soon after the robbery, the large sum carried away, the 
haste to get to distant countries, the pretense of a wager, all 
confirmed Fix in his suspicions. He kept the Frenchman 
talking, and learned for a certainty that the fellow knew 
nothing at all about his master, who lived alone in London, 


PASSEPARTOUT TALKS TOO MUCH. 


81 


and was called rich without any one knowing where his money 
came from. Fix was certain, too, that Fogg would not get 
off at Suez, hut was really going to Bombay. 

“ Is Bombay far from here ? ” asked Passepartout. 

“Pretty far,” replied the detective. “It will take you 
ten days by sea.” 

“ And where is Bombay ? ” 

“In India.” 

“ That is in Asia? ” 

“ Of course.” 

They had now reached the store, and Fix, leaving his com- 
panion to make his purchases, returned in great haste to the 
consul’s office. 

“ Monsieur,” said he to the consul, “I have my man. He 
is passing himself off as an oddity, who is making a tour of 
the world in eighty days.” 

“ Then he is a rogue,” said the consul, “ and he counts on 
returning to London after having outwitted the police of two 
continents. ” 

“We shall see,” said Fix. 

“ But,” asked the consul, “ are you not mistaken ? ” 

“ I am not mistaken.” 

“ Why, then, did this robber desire so much to have his 
stopping at Suez proved by a vise ? ” 

“Why! I do not know, consul,” replied the detective; 
“ but listen to me.” And in a few ^vords he told all that had 
passed between him and the servant of Fogg. 

“ And what are you going to do ? ” asked the consul. 

“ Telegraph to London a request to send a warrant of arrest 
to me at Bombay; sail upon the Mongolia; follow my robber 
to India, and there, upon English territory, speak to him 
politely, with the w^arrant in one hand, and the other hand 
upon his shoulder.” 

Having coolly uttered these words, the detective took leave 
of the consul, and, going to the telegraph office, sent to the 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


commissioner of the London police the dispatch we have 
already seen. A quarter of an hour afterwards, with his light 
baggage in his hand, and well supplied with money, he went 
on board the Mongolia, and soon that swift steamer was 
threading its way under a full head of steam on the waters of 
the Eed Sea. 


CHAPTER XI. 

PROM SUEZ TO BOMBAY. 

The distance between Suez and Aden is exactly thirteen 
hundred and ten miles, and the time-table of the company 
allows its steamers one hundred and thirty-eight hours to make 
the trip. The Mongolia, whose fires were well kept up, 
moved along rapidly. Nearly all the passengers wlio came 
aboard at Brindisi were going to India — some to Bombay, 
others to Calcutta, but via Bombay, for since a railway 
crosses the entire breadth of the Indian peninsula, it is no 
longer necessary to double ^ the island of Ceylon. 

Among the passengers of the Mongolia were several officials 
of the Indian civil service, and military officers. Of the latter, 
some belonged to the British army, properly so-called ; the 
others commanded the native Sepoy ® troops. There was good 
living on board the Mongolia. At the breakfast, at the two 
o’clock lunch, at the dimmer at half-past five, and at eight 
o’clock supper, the tables groaned under the dishes of fresh 
meat and the relishes furnished from the refrigerator and 
pantries of the steamer. The ladies, of whom there were a 
few, changed their toilets twice a day. There was music, and 
there was dancing also, when the sea allowed it. 

But the Red Sea is very changeable, and frequently rough, 
like all long, narrow bodies of water. When the wind blew 

* to sail round. a soldier. The word sepoy now means a 

2 See map. native Hindu soldier in the British army in 

3 corrupted from the Persian word sipahi, India. 


FROM SUEZ TO BOMBAY. 


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either from the coast of Asia, or from the coast of Africa, the 
Mongolia, being very long and sharp hnilt, rolled fearfully. 
The ladies then went to their cabins ; the pianos were silent ; 
songs and dances ceased at once. Yet the steamer, driven by 
her powerful engines, pursued her course towards the strait of 
Bab-el-Mandeb.^ 

What was Phileas Fogg doing all this time ? It might be 
supposed that his mind would he occupied with the changes 
of the wind interfering with the speed of the vessel, the 
irregular movements of the squall threatening an accident to 
the engine, or, in short, all the possible chances which might 
compel the Mongolia to put into some port and interrupt his 
journey. But if he thought of these things, he did not appear 
to be troubled by them. He did not seem more affected than 
the ship’s chronometers. “ He was seldom seen upon deck, 
and concerned himself very little about looking at the Bed 
Sea, so fruitful in recollections — the scene of the greatest 
events in the earliest history of mankind.® He did not show 
any desire to recognize the curious towns along its shores, 
whose picturesque outlines stood in bold relief against the sky. 

What was this queer man doing ? At first, he took his four 
meals a day, the rolling and pitching of the ship not putting 
out of order a being so wonderfully organized. Then he 
played^ at whist — for he found companions as devoted to it as 
himself : a collector of taxes, who was going to his post at 
Goa;”* a minister, returning to Bombay; and a brigadier- 
general of the English army, who was rejoining his corps at 
Benares.® These three had the same passion for whist as Mr. 
Fogg, and they played for hours, not less quietly than he. 

As for Passepartout, the voyage was not unpleasant to him. 

1 See map. cruel oppression of Pharaoh, King of Egypt, 

2 chronometer, any instrument for keep- as related in the Bible (Ex. xiv. 21-30). 
ing time, as a clock or watch, but especially * a Portuguese settlement on the west 
a time-keeper used at sea for ascertaining coast of Hindustan. 

longitude. ® (pron. ben-a'r6z) a city and division 

* referring to the Israelites passing over of the Northwest Provinces, British India, 
the Red Sea, after being delivered from the See map. 

3 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


He rather liked his share of it. Well fed and well lodged, he 
was enjoying the strange scenes of their voyage; and, besides, 
he said to himself that this whim of his master would end at 
Bombay. The next day after leaving Suez he had some pleas- 
ure in meeting on deck the obliging person with whom he had 
talked on landing in Egypt. 

“ If I am not mistaken,” he said, you are the very gentle- 
man who so kindly served as my guide in Suez ? ” 

“Indeed,” replied the detective, “ I recognize you. You 
are the servant of that odd Englishman ” 

“ Just so. Monsieur ” 

“Fix.” 

“ Monsieur Fix,” replied Passepartout, “ I am delighted to 
meet you on board. And where are you going? ” 

“ Why, to the same place as yourself, Bombay.” 

“ That is first-rate ! Did you ever make this trip before ? ” 

“Several times,” replied Fix. “I am an agent of the 
Peninsular Company.” 

“ Then you know India ? ” 

“Why — yes,” replied Fix, who did not wish to commit 
himself too far. 

“ And India is a curious place ? ” 

“Very curious. Mosques, minarets, temples, fakirs,^ pago- 
das,’* tigers, serpents, dancing girls! But it is to be hoped 
that you will have time to see the country.” 

“I hope so. Monsieur Fix. You know very well that a 
man of sound mind should not spend his life in jumping from ^ 
a steamer into a railway car, and from a railway car into a . 
steamer, under the pretext of making a tour of the world in 
eighty days! No. All these gymnastics will, without doubt, 
cease at Bombay.” 

“And Mr. Fogg is well? ” asked Fix, in the most natural 
tone. 

^ {^ron. fa'ker) a Mohammedan dervish, ’ a Hindu temple, in which idols are wor- 

or begging monk. shiped. 


FROM SUEZ TO BOMBAY. 


85 


“ Very well. Monsieur Fix, and I am too. I eat like a 
hungry ogre. It is the sea air.” 

“ I never see your master on deck.” 

“ Never. He has no curiosity.” 

“ Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended tour 
in eighty days might very well be the cover for some secret 
mission — a diplomatic mission,^ for example.” 

‘^Upon my word. Monsieur Fix, I don’t know anything 
about it, and really I wouldn’t give a half-crown’^ to know.” 

After this meeting Passepartout and Fix often talked to- 
gether, for the detective thought he ought to become well 
acquainted with the servant of Fogg, as there might be an 
occasion Avhen he could be of use to him. 

In the meantime, the steamer was making rapid progress. 
On the 13th they sighted Mocha,® in its inclosure of ruined 
walls, above which were hanging green date-trees. At a dis- 
tance, in the mountains, were to be seen immense fields of 
coffee- trees. Passepartout was delighted to behold this cele- 
brated place, which, with its circular walls and dismantled* 
fort in the shape of a handle, looked like an enormous cup 
and saucer. The following night the Mongolia passed through 
the Strait of Bab-el- Mandeb, an Arabic name which means 
The Gate of Tears,® and the next day, the 14th, she put in at 
Steamer Point, to* the northwest of Aden ® harbor. There she 
was to lay in coal again. This supplying of fuel for steamers 
at such distances from the centers of j^roduction is a very seri- 
ous matter. It costs the Peninsular Company eight hundred 
thousand pounds a year. It has been necessary to establish 

1 that is, the mission of a minister or am- * stripped of its guns and other war equip- 
i)assador sent by one country to another as ments; made useless for war purposes. 

its agent or representative in affairs of ® There is an Arabic legend or story that 
state. the strait was so called from the number of 

2 a British coin, value about sixty cents, people who were drowned by the earth- 

3 See map. This town is situated in Ye- quake said to have separated the continents 

men, the southwestern province of Arabia, of Asia and Africa at this point, making 
in which the best coffee in the Avorld is the waterway between them. The strait 
grown. It is called Mocha coffee because measures about twenty miles across, 
most of it is shipped from that port. ® See map. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


depots in several ports; and in these distant seas the price of 
coal is often as high as three or four pounds per ton. 

The Mongolia had sixteen hundred and fifty miles to make 
before reaching Bombay, and she had to remain four hours at 
Steamer Point to lay in her coal. But this delay would not 
interfere with Phileas Fogg’s programme. It was foreseen. 
Besides, the Mongolia, instead of arriving at Aden on the 
morning of the loth, put in there on the evening of the 14th, 
a gain of fifteen hours. 

Mr. Fogg went ashore with his servant to have his passport 
vised. Fix followed without being noticed. The formality 
of the vise being gone through, Phileas Fogg returned on 
board, but Passepartout, according to his custom, loitered 
about in the midst of the population of Somanlis,^ Banians,'* 
Parsees,® Jews, Arabs, and Europeans, which made up the 
twenty-five thousand inhabitants of Aden. He admired 
the fortifications which make this town the Gibraltar of the 
Indian Ocean, and some splendid cisterns, at which English 
engineers were now working, two thousand years after the 
engineers of King Solomon had worked on these same wells. ^ 

‘‘Very singular, very singular,” said Passepartout to him- 
self, on returning aboard. “ I find that it is not useless to 
travel, if we .wish to see anything new.” 

At six p.M. the Mongolia was plowing the waters of Aden 
Harbor, and soon reached the Indian Ocean. She had one 
hundred and sixty-eight hours to make the distance between 

* or Somalis, a people of East Central * In former times Aden had a magnificent 
Africa, from whom the eastern “horn” of system of cisterns for collecting the rain 
the continent takes the name of Somali water from the circle of hills that surround 
Land. the town. It is not known who built those 

2 {pron. han'yanz) Hindu merchants or cisterns, but it is supposed they were begun 

traders generally, but in particular those in the sixth or seventh century. They were, 
who carry on a large trade, by means of however, allowed to become filled with rub- 
caravans, with the interior countries of bish, and were for a long time in ruins, but 
Asia, and by vessels with Africa, in recent years several of them have been 

3 or Parsis, the descendants of the an- dug out and restored by the British govem- 

cient Persians who emigrated to India when ment. The story of King Solomon’s en- 
their country was conquered by the Arabs gineers in connection with those cisterns is 
in 720. . nothing more than a legend. 


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37 


Aden and Bombay. The Indian Ocean was favorable to her; 
the wind kept in the northwest, the sails being up, aided the 
steam, and the voyage was progressing satisfactorily. Passe- 
partout was delighted with the agreeable companion whom 
chance had procured for him in the person of Fix. 

On Sunday, October 20th, toward noon, they sighted the 
Indian coast. Two hours later the pilot came aboard. The 
outlines of the hills blended with the sky, and soon rows of 
palm trees, which abound in that country, came into distinct 
view. The steamer entered the harbor formed by the islands 
of Salcette,^ Oolaba, Elephanta,** and Butcher; and at half- 
past four she put in at Bombay. 

The Mongolia was not due at that port until the 22d of 
October. She arrived on the 20th. This was a gain of two 
days since his departure from London, and Phileas Fogg set 
it down in his column of gains. 


CHAPTEK XII. 

PASSEPARTOUT LOSES HIS SHOES. 

Everyohe knows that India, that great reversed triangle, 
whose base is to the north and whose apex is to the south, has 
an area of fourteen hundred thousand square miles, over 
which is unequally scattered a population of one hundred and 
eighty millions. The British Government exercises a real 
dominion over a great part of this vast country. It has a 
governor-general at Calcutta, governors at Madras, Bombay, 
and Bengal,® and a lieutenant-governor at Agra.^ 

1 or Salsette, an island just north of 2 go called from a huge elephant cut 
Bombay, noted for its remarkable caves, from rock, near the landing place, 
which are nearly 100 in number, and are all ^ Hindustan is divided into three presi- 
excavated in the face of a single hill, and dencies— Bengal in the northeast, Bombay 
contain elaborate carvings. The caves are in the west, and Madras in the southeast, 
in six stories, which are connected by ^ a district and city in the British North- 
stairs cut in the rock. west Provinces. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


But British India, properly so-called, has an area only of 
seven hundred thousand square miles, and a population of one 
hundred to one hundred and ten millions. A large part of the 
country is still free from the authority of the queen, ^ and some 
of the fierce rajahs “ of the interior are absolutely independent. 

From 1756 — the period of the founding of the first English 
establishment on the spot which to-day is occupied by the 
city of Madras — until the great Sepoy insurrection, the cele- 
brated East India Company ® was all powerful. It gradually 
annexed the various provinces, buying them from the rajahs 
at the price of yearly rents, which it paid in part or not at all, 
and it appointed the governor-general and all the civil and 
military employees. 

But this company no longer exists, and the British posses- 
sions in India are now directly under control of the Crown. 
The appearance of the country and the manners and distinc- 
tions of race are being rapidly changed. Formerly the people 
traveled by all the old means of conveyance — on foot, on horse- 
back, in carts, in small vehicles drawn by men, in palanquins, 
on men’s backs, in coaches, etc. Now steamboats ply with 
great rapidity on the Indus ^ and the Ganges,® and a railway 
crossing the entire breadth of India, and branching out in 
various directions, puts Bombay at only three days’ journey 
from Calcutta. 

This railway, however, does not follow a straight line across 
India. The air-line® distance is only about eleven hundred 
miles, which trains at an ordinary speed would make in less 
than three days; but this distance is increased at least one- 
third by the road taking a turn round the northern part of 

1 the Queen of England. ® the principal river of India. It rises 

a native princes or kings. in the Himalaya Mountains, and, receiving 

s a company of London merchants formed many tributaries, empties through numer- 
for the purpose of carrying on trade with ous mouths into the Bay of Bengal, the 
the East Indies, and who also founded set- great bay on the east of the Indian penin- 
tlements on the coast of Hindustan. sula. 

♦ one of the three greatest rivers of north- « the distance in a straight line from one 
ern India. place to another. 


PASSEPARTOUT LOSES HIS SHOES. 


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the country. The principal points of the route of the Great 
Indian Peninsular Railway are as follows: Leaving the island 
of Bombay/ it crosses Salcette, touches the mainland opposite 
Thana/^ crosses the chain of the Western Ghauts/ runs to the 
northeast as far as Burhanpour/ goes through the territory 
of Bundelkhand/ rises as far as Allahabad/ turns toward the 
east, meets the Ganges at Benares, turns slightly aside, and 
descending again to the southeast by Bardwan ’’ and the French 
town of Chandernagar,® it reaches the end of the route at 
Calcutta. 

It was half -past four p. m. when the passengers of the Mon- 
golia landed in Bombay, and the train for Calcutta would 
leave at precisely eight o’clock. Mr. Fogg said good-by to 
his partners, left the steamer, gave his servant directions for 
making some purchases, and then turned his steps toward the 
passport office. He did not think of looking at any of the 
wonders of Bombay, neither the city hall, nor the magnificent 
library, nor the docks, nor the cotton markets, nor the shops, 
nor the forts, nor the mosques, nor the synagogues, nor the 
Armenian churches, nor the splendid pagoda of Malabar Hill. 
He did not go to see the masterpieces of Elephanta, or its mys- 
terious hypogea,® hidden in the southeast of the harbor, or the 
Kenheri grottoes of the island of Salcette. Ho, nothing of 
that for him. After leaving the passport office, he went 
quietly to the railway station, and there had dinner. 


1 The city of Bombay is built on an island 
of the same name. 

2 a maritime district in the presidency of 
Bombay. 

3 Ghaut or ghat (prow, gawt) means in 
India a range or chain of hills. The West- 
ern and Eastern Ghauts are mountains 
running through the coast regions on the 
east and west of the peninsula. 

4 a large town in India, 280 miles north- 
east from Bombay. 

6 a territory in the Northwest Provinces 
of India, now known as the Bundelkhand 
Agency. 


* a district and city of the Northwest 
Provinces. 

^ a city of the province of the same name 
in the presidency of Bengal, on the Grand 
Trunk Railroad. 

® (jyron. shahn-der-na-gar') a French 
colonial town of India, on the Hugh River, 
twenty miles north of Calcutta. 

8 a word meaning underground', three 
temples dug out of the mountain, the roofs 
being supported by curiously wrought pil- 
lars. 

1® the name of the place on the island 
where the caves are. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


The detective Fix also landed from the Mongolia and has- 
tened to the chief police office in Bombay. He made himself 
and his business known, told about the suspected robber, and 
inquired if the warrant had arrived from London. They 
answered they had received none. There had not yet, indeed, 
been time for it to reach Bombay. 

Fix was much disappointed. He tried to obtain from the 
commissioner an order for the arrest of Fogg. The commis- 
sioner refused. The matter concerned the metropolitan gov- 
ernment,^ and it alone could lawfully give a warrant. So Fix 
saw that he would have to wait, but he resolved not to lose 
sight of his mysterious rogue while he remained in Bombay. 
He did not doubt that Phileas Fogg would stop there — and, 
as we know, it was also Passepartout’s belief — and so there 
would be time for the warrant to arrive. 

But after the last orders his master gave him on leaving the 
Mongolia, Passepartout understood quite well that it would be 
the same at Bombay as at Suez and Paris, that the journey 
would not stop there, and would be continued at least as far 
as Calcutta, perhaps further. 

While waiting, after having purchased some shirts and shoes. 
Passepartout took a walk through the streets. There were 
crowds of people in the city — Europeans of all nationalities; 
Persians with pointed caps; Sindes* with square caps; Ar- 
menians® in long robes, and Parsees in black miters. ■* 

A festival was being held by the Parsees — who are the direct 
descendants of the followers of Zoroaster,® and are the most 
intelligent, industrious, civilized, and in religion the most 
strict of the Hindus — a race to which belong the rich native 
merchants of Bombay. Upon this day they were celebrating 

1 the government in London. ern Asia, and one of the oldest civilized 

3 belonging to the powerful family of peoples in the world. 

Sindia, which occupies a prominent place * headbands, turbans, 
in the history of India during the eigh- » t^e great religious teacher and founder 
teenth and nineteenth centuries. of the national religion of the ancient Per- 

3 natives of Armenia, a country of west- sians. 


PASSEPARTOUT LOSES HIS SHOES. 


41 


a sort of religious carnival/ with processions and amusements, 
in which figured dancing girls dressed in rose-colored gauze 
embroidered with gold and silver, who danced wonderfully to 
the sound of viols and tam-tams.’ 

After seeing the Parsee carnival. Passepartout turned toward 
the station. When passing the pagoda on Malabar Hill the 
thought struck him that he should go in. But he was igno- 
rant of two things: First, that Christians are forbidden to 
enter certain Hindu pagodas, and next, that the believers 
themselves must not enter without leaving their shoes at the 
door. The English government respects the religion of the 
country, and punishes any person who violates its practices. 

Passepartout, having gone in, without thinking he had done 
wrong, was admiring the beauties of the interior, when he 
found himself suddenly thrown down upon the sacred fioor. 
Three priests, with furious looks, rushed upon him, tore off 
his shoes and stockings, and commenced to beat him, at the 
same time uttering savage cries. The Frenchman, strong and 
active, was on his feet again in an instant, and with a blow of 
his fist and a kick he knocked down two of the priests. Then 
rushing out of the pagoda, he soon, by mingling with the crowd, 
escaped from the third Hindu, who had followed him. 

At five minutes to eight, just a few minutes before the leav- 
ing of the train. Passepartout, hatless and barefoot, arrived at 
the station. Fix was there, too, having followed Mr. Fogg, 
and learned that he was going to leave Bombay. His mind 
was at once made up to accompany him to Calcutta, and 
further, if necessary. Passepartout did not notice Fix, who 
was standing in a corner, but Fix heard him tell his adventures 
in a few words to his master. 

“I hope such a thing will not happen again,” was all 

1 a time of rejoicing before Lent, observed servances, extending over forty days, be- - 
in Roman Catholic countries with feasts, ginning on Ash Wednesday and ending on 
concerts, etc.; hence, feasting in general, the day before Easter Sunday. 

Lent is in the Roman Catholic and Episcopal 2 drums used in India. A viol is a musi- 
Churches a period of special religious ob- cal instrument like a violin. 


42 


ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


Phileas Fogg said, taking a seat in one of the cars of the train. 
Poor Passepartout, barefoot and quite worn out, followed his 
master without saying a word. Fix was going to get into 
another car, when a thought struck him, and he suddenly 
changed his plans. 

“No, I will remain,” he said to himself. “An offence 
committed upon Indian territory! I have my man! ” 

At this moment the locomotive gave a loud whistle, and the 
train disappeared in the darkness. 

CHAPTER XIII. 

SIR FRANCIS CROMARTY. 

The train had started on time. Among the passengers were 
officers, civil officials, and opium and indigo merchants, whose 
business took them to the eastern part of the peninsula. 
Passepartout occupied the same carriage as his master. A 
third traveler was in the opposite corner. It was the briga- 
dier-general, Sir Francis Cromarty, one of Mr. Fogg’s partners 
at whist during the trip from Suez to Bombay, who was on 
his way to join his troops stationed near Benares. 

Sir Francis had lived in India from his youth, and had been 
only occasionally in the land of his birth.’ He was, there- 
fore, a well-posted man, who would have gladly given informa- 
tion as to the manners and the history of India if Phileas 
Fogg had asked about such things. But Mr. Fogg was not 
asking anything. He was not traveling, he was describing a 
circumference. He was a heavy body, traversing an orbit 
around the globe according to the laws of rational mechanics. 

Sir Francis had studied his traveling companion, and was 
wondering whether a human heart beat beneath this cold ex- 
terior, and whether Phileas Fogg had a soul alive to the beau- 
ties of nature. Mr. Fogg had not kept secret from Sir Francis 


^ i. e., England. 


SIR FRANCIS CROMARTY. 


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liis tour round the world, nor the conditions under which he 
was carrying it out; but the general could see in this bet only 
an eccentricity without any useful object. 

An hour after leaving Bombay, the train, having crossed 
the viaducts, had passed the island of Salcette and reached 
the mainland. At the station Callyan, it left to the right the 
branch which, via Kandallah and Pounah, descends toward 
the southeast of India, and reaches the station Panwell. At 
this point it entered the defiles of the Western Ghaut moun- 
' tains, whose summits are covered with thick woods. From 
time to time Sir Francis Cromarty and Phileas Fogg ex- 
changed a few words, and just now the general, resuming the 
conversation, said: 

“A few years ago, Mr. Fogg, you would have had a delay 
at this point which would probably have interrupted your 
journey.” 

“ How so. Sir Francis? ” 

Because the railway stopped at the base of these moun- 
tains, which had to be crossed in a palanquin or on a pony’s 
back to Kandallah, on the opposite slope.” 

That delay would not have put me out,” replied Mr. Fogg. 

I would have foreseen the probability of certain obstacles.” 

But, Mr. Fogg,” said the general, “you are in danger of 
having a bad business on your hands with this young man’s 
adventure.” 

Passepartout, with his feet wrapped in his cloak, was sleep- 
ing soundly, not dreaming that they were talking about him. 

“The English government punishes this kind of offence 
very severely,” continued Sir Francis, “and insists, above all 
things, that the religious customs of the Hindus shall be re- 
spected; and if your servant had been taken ” 

“Yes, if he had been taken. Sir Francis, he would have 
been sentenced, would have undergone his punishment, and 
then have quietly returned to Europe. I do not see how this 
matter could have delayed his master.” 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


And then the conversation stopped again. During the 
night the train crossed the Ghauts, passed on to Nassik, and 
the next day, October 21st, it was hurrying across Khandeish. 
The country, well cultivated, was strewn with small villages, 
above which the minarets of the pagodas took the place of the 
steeples of the European churches. A number of streams, 
tributaries of the Godavery,' watered this fertile district. 

Passepartout, having awakened, looked about, and could 
hardly believe that he was crossing India in a railway train. 
And yet there was nothing more real ! The locomotive, guided' 
by the arm of an English engineer and heated with English 
coal, was puffing out its smoke over plantations of cotton-trees, 
coffee, nutmeg, clove, and red pepper. The steam curled 
about groups of palms, between which were to be seen pictur- 
esque bungalows,^ viharis (a sort of forsaken monasteries),* 
and wonderful temples enriched by the inexhaustible orna- 
ment of Indian architecture. Then immense tracts of country 
stretched out of sight; jungles, where there were snakes and 
tigers, which fled at the noise of the train, and forests, cut 
through by the road, but still the haunt of elephants which, 
with pensive eyes, looked at the train as it rapidly passed. 

During the morning, beyond the station of Malligaum, the 
travelers crossed over that fatal territory so often drenched 
with blood by the followers of the goddess Kali.'* Not far off 
rose Ellora* and its splendid pagodas, and the celebrated 
Aurungabad,® once the capital of Aurungzeb,’ but now simply 


^ irron. (gO-dah' ver-i) one of the principal 
rivers of Hindustan ; it has its source in the 
eastern face of the Western Ghauts and 
empties into the Bay of Bengal. 

“ houses or cottages of but one floor, 
and which are either thatched or tiled, 
s houses for monks. 

♦ the Indian goddess of love and death. 
® celebrated for its rock-cut temples and 
caves, the most magnificent of which are 
the chambers and halls called the Kylas. 

® {'pron. 0-run ga-bahd') meaning torn 


town, a city in the territory of the Nizam, 
also called Hyderabad, an extensive terri- 
tory in the interior of southern India, lying 
northwest of the presidency of Madras and 
southeast from Bombay. Nizam, the title 
of the king or chief of the territory, is a 
word meaning ruler. 

’ the most powerful of the Great Moguls, 
the name by which the sovereigns of the 
empire founded in Hindustan by the Mon- 
gols in the sixteenth century were known. 
The Mongols were a tribe of central Asia. 


BIG PRICE FOR AN ELEPHANT. 


45 


the principal place of one of the provinces taken from the 
Kingdom of Kizam. It was over this country that Feringhea, 
chief of the Thugs, the king of the Stranglers, exercised his 
power. These assassins, united in a secret association, stran- 
gled, in honor of the goddess of death, victims of every age, 
without ever shedding blood, and there was a time when the 
ground could not be dug up anywhere in this neighborhood 
without finding a corpse. The English Government has been 
able, to a great extent, to prevent such murders, but the 
horrible organization still exists, and carries on its operations. ^ 

At half-past twelve the train stopped at the station of Bur- 
hanpour, and Passepartout was able to buy a pair of Indian 
slippers, ornamented with false pearls. The travelers took 
a hasty breakfast, and started for Assurghur, after having 
stopped for a moment upon the shore of the Tapti, a small 
river emptying into the Gulf of Cambay near Surat. 

CHAPTEK XIV. 

BIG PRICE FOR AN ELEPHANT. 

Passepartout was at this time occupied with much think- 
ing. Until their arrival at Bombay he had believed his master 
would go no further; but now, that they were hurrying 
through India, his mind had undergone a change. He took 
his master’s plans seriously; believed in the bet; counted and 
recounted the days that had passed; was annoyed at the slow- 
ness of the train, and blamed Mr. Fogg, in his mind, for not 
having promised the engineer a reward. The good fellow did 
not remember that what was possible upon a steamer was not 
on a railway train, whose speed is regulated. 

Toward evening they entered the defiles of the mountains 
of Sutpour, which separate the territory of Khandeish from 

1 Within recent years the Thugs have, 2 sob-rahP) a coast district and city 

however, been totally suppressed. north of Bombay. 


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KOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


that of Bundelkhand. The next day, October 22d, Sir 
Francis Cromarty asked Passepartout what time it was, to 
which the latter, after consulting his watch, replied that it 
was three o’clock in the morning. But this famous watch, 
always regulated by the meridian of Greenwich,’ which was 
now nearly seventy-seven degrees west, was over five hours 
slow.’’ Sir Francis corrected the time given by Passepartout, 
and tried to make him understand that he ought to regulate 
his watch each day at noon, and that since he was constantly 
going toward the east — that is in the face of the sun — the days 
were shorter by as many times four minutes as he had crossed 
degrees. But it was useless. Passepartout would not alter 
his watch. He persisted in keeping it at London time. 

At eight o’clock in the morning the train stopped, fifteen 
miles beyond Rothal, in the midst of an immense opening, on 
the edge of which were some bungalows and workmen’s huts. 
The conductor passed along the cars calling out: “ Passengers 
will get out here.” 

Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty, who seemed not 
to understand this stop in a forest of tamarinds” and acaciag.* 
Passepartout rushed out and returned immediately, crying : 

“ Monsieur, no more railway! ” 

What do you mean ? ” asked Sir Francis. 

I mean that the train goes no further.” 


1 (pron. grgn'ich) in England, a few miles 
southeast of London. Meridian is a word 
meaning mid-day. It is mid-day— twelve 
o’clock noon— at any place when the sun is 
in the meridian of that place; that is, when 
the sun has reached the highest point in the 
heavens that it will reach that day at that 
place. Greenwich time is the standard time 
in England, often also called London time, 
Greenwich being so near London. 

2 For every degree east or west of any 
place, there is a difference of time of four 
minutes. When it is twelve o’clock noon at 
Greenwich, it is four minutes past twelve at 
all places one degree east of the meridian of 


Greenwich, and four minutes before twelve 
at all places one degree west. The place in 
India which Mr. Fogg and his companions 
had now reached being nearly seventy-seven 
degrees east of the meridian of Greenwich 
the correct time there was over five hours in 
advance of the time shown by Passepartout’s 
watch, which was Greenwich time. Passe- 
partout’s watch was, therefore, over five 
hours slow. 

3 trees cultivated in tropical countries for 
their shade as well as for their cooling acid 
fruit. 

4 thorny shrubs and trees, of which there 
are many species. 


BIG PRICE FOR AN ELEPHANT. 


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Sir Francis got out of the car. Mr. Fogg, in no hurry, 
followed him, and they went to the conductor. 

Where are we ? ” asked Sir Francis. 

“ At the hamlet of Kholby,” replied the conductor. 

“ Do we stop here ? ” 

“ Certainly. The railway is not finished ” 

“ How ! It is not finished ? ” 

“ No, there is still a section of fifty miles to be built between 
here and Allahabad, where the track begins again.” 

“ But the papers announced the opening of the entire line.” 

“ The papers were mistaken, general.” 

And you give tickets from Bombay to Calcutta ? ” 

“ Of course, but travelers know very well that they have to 
arrange for transportation from Kholby to Allahabad.” 

Sir Francis was furious; Passepartout would willingly have 
knocked the conductor down. Mr. Fogg said, simply: 

“ Sir Francis, if you please, we will go and see about some 
way of reaching Allahabad.” 

‘‘ Mr. Fogg, this is a delay which may be very injurious to 
you.” 

No, Sir Francis, it was foreseen.” 

“ What, did you know that the railway ” 

“ By no means, but I knew that something would happen 
sooner or later upon my route. I have gained two days which 
I can afford to lose. A steamer leaves Calcutta for Hong- 
kong at noon on the 25th. This is only the 23d, and we 
shall arrive on time.” 

Most of the passengers knew of the break in the line, and 
leaving the train, they began to hire such vehicles as could be 
had in the village, four-wheeled palkigharis, carts drawn by 
zebus — a sort of ox with humps' — traveling cars resembling 
walking pagodas, palanquins, ponies, etc. Mr. Fogg and Sir 
Francis, after hunting through the whole place, returned with- 
out being able to find anything. 

1 The zebu or Indian bull is held sacred among the Hindus. 


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“ I shall go on foot,” said Mr. Fogg. 

Passepartout, who had rejoined his master, made a knowing 
grimace, at the same time looking down at his magnificent, 
but delicate slippers. Fortunately, he, too, had been hunting 
for something, and hesitating a little, he said : 

“ Monsieur, I have found a means of conveyance.” 

“AVhat?” 

“ An elephant belonging to an Indian living a hundred 
steps from here.” 

“Let us go and see the elephant,” said Mr. Fogg. Five 
minutes later he. Sir Francis, and Passepartout arrived at a 
hut which stood against an inclosure of high palings. In the 
hut there was an Indian who took Mr. Fogg and his com- 
panions into the inclosure, where they found a half -tamed 
elephant, w^hich his owner was raising, not for hire, but for 
fighting. He had already commenced to work upon the 
naturally mild disposition of the animal so as to get him into 
that state of ferocity called “mutsh ” in the Hindu language. 
With this object he had fed him for three months on butter 
and sugar, a method of treatment which the Indians often 
employ in training elephants for war. 

Kiouni, the animal’s name, could, like all of his kind, go 
rapidly on a long march,’ and Phileas Fogg determined to hire 
him. But elephants are very expensive in India, where they 
are beginning to get scarce. The males, which alone are fit 
for circus feats, are much sought for, and can be obtained only 
by hunting. They are therefore treated with extreme care; 
and when Mr. Fogg asked the Indian whether he would give 
the use of his elephant on hire he fiatly refused. Mr. Fogg 
offered a big sum — ten pounds an hour. Kefused. Twenty 
pounds. Refused. Forty pounds. Even this refused. Passe- 
partout became more and more excited at every advance. But 
the Indian would not be tempted. 


^ Elephants are more sure-footed than pace, when it exceeds a walk, is neither a 
horses or mules in mountain roads. Their trot nor a gallop, but a sort of shuflle. 


BIG PRICE FOR AN ELEPHANT. 


Pliileas Pogg, without being at all excited, proposed then 
to buy the animal, and offered the Indian one thousand pounds. 
The Indian would not sell. Sir Francis took Mr. Fogg aside 
and begged him to think before going further. Phileas Fogg 
replied that he was not in the habit of acting without reflec- 
tion, that a bet of twenty thousand pounds was at stake and 
that he must have this elephant, if it cost him twenty times 
its value. 

Mr. Fogg went again to the Indian, whose small eyes, lighted 
up with greed, showed very plainly that with him it was only 
a matter of price. Phileas Fogg offered twelve hundred, then 
fifteen hundred, then eighteen hundred, and finally two thou- 
sand pounds. At two thousand pounds the Indian gave up. 

‘‘ By my slippers,” cried Passepartout, “here is a magnifi- 
cent price for an elephant ! ” 

The business concluded, all that was necessary was to find 
a guide. That was an easier matter. A young Parsee, with 
an intelligent face, offered his services. Mr. Fogg accepted 
him, and, to stimulate his zeal, offered him a large reward. 
The elephant was brought out, and made ready without delay. 
The Parsee understood perfectly the business of mahout,* 
or elephant driver. He covered the elephant’s back with a 
sort of saddle cloth, and put on each flank two kinds of un- 
comfortable howdahs.** 

Phileas Fogg paid the Indian in bank-notes from the famous 
carpet-bag. It seemed as if they were taken from Passepar- 
tout’s very vitals.. Then Mr. Fogg offered to Sir Francis 
Cromarty to convey him to Allahabad. The general accepted; 
one passenger more would not tire this great animal. Food 
was bought at Kholby. Sir Francis took a seat in one of the 
howdahs, Phileas Fogg in the other, while Passepartout got 
astride the animal, between his master and the general. The 
Parsee perched upon the elephant’s neck, and at nine o’clock 

* pron. mah-hoot'. an elephant or camel, for two or more per- 

2 howdah, a seat fastened to the back of sons to ride in. 


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they left the village, the animal entering the 'thick forest of 
palm trees. 


OHAPTEE XV. 

THE GODDESS KALI. 

In order to shorten the journey, the guide turned to the left 
of the railway, the construction of which was still in progress. 
This line, very crooked, owing to the branchings of the Vind- 
hia mountains,^ did not follow the shortest route. The Par- 
see, who was very familiar with the roads and paths of the 
country, said he could gain twenty miles by cutting through 
the forest, and they agreed. 

Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to their 
necks in their howdahs, were much shaken up by the rough 
trot of the elephant, urged into a rapid gait by the driver. 
They bore it, however, very well, talking little, and scarcely 
seeing each other. 

After two hours’ march, the guide stopped the elephant and 
gave him an hour’s rest. At noon the signal was given for 
starting again. The country soon had a very wild look. 
After the forest came copses of tamarinds and dwarf palms; 
then vast arid plains, dotted with scanty shrubs and strewn 
with large blocks of syenite. All of this part of upper 
Bundelkhand, which is very little visited by travelers, is in- 
habited by' a people hardened in the most terrible practices of 
the Hindu religion, and over whom the English government 
has no control. 

By eight o’clock in the evening the principal chain of the 
Vindhias was crossed and they halted for the night in a ruined 
bungalow on the northern slope. They had got over twenty- 
five miles that day and they were the same distance from 
Allahabad. The night being cold the Parsee made a fire with 

' or Vindhya, crosses British India, east ^ a crystalline rock of grayish white and 
to west, from the valley of the Ganges. reddish colors. 


THE GODDESS KALI. 


51 


dry branches, which was very agreeable to the travelers. They 
had supper on the provisions purchased at Kholby, and soon 
after they were sunk in deep repose. 

They resumed their journey at six in the morning. The 
guide expected to get to Allahabad that evening, in which 
case Mr. Fogg would lose only a part of the two days he had 
gained since leaving London. 

The travelers were descending the last declivities of the 
Vindhia mountains, Kiouni having resumed his rapid gait, 
and toward noon they passed round the village of Kallenger, 
situated on the Oani, one of the tributaries of the Ganges. 
Allahabad was now only twelve miles to the northeast. They 
halted under a clump of banana- trees, whose fruit they much 
enjoyed. 

At two o’clock the guide entered a thick forest, which he 
had to traverse for a space of several miles. He preferred to 
travel thus under cover of the woods. So far nothing unpleas- 
ant had happened, and it seemed as if the journey would be 
made without accident, when the elephant, showing some signs 
of uneasiness, suddenly stopped. It was then four o’clock. 

‘‘ What is the matter ? ” asked Sir Francis, raising his head 
above his howdah. 

“ I do not know, officer,” replied the Parsee, listening to a 
confused murmur which came through the thick branches. 

In a few minutes this murmur became more distinct. It 
sounded like a Qoncert, very distant, of human voices and 
brass instruments. The Parsee jumped down, fastened the 
elephant to a tree, and plunged into the thickest of the under- 
growth. After a few minutes he returned, saying : 

A Brahman ^ procession coming this way. If possible let 
us keep from being seen.” 

The guide unfastened the elephant, and led him into a 
thicket, requesting the travelers not to descend. He held 

1 The Hindus, according to the religion of or castes, of which the Brahmans, or priests, 
Brahmanism, are divided into four classes, are the highest. 


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himself ready to mount the elephant quickly, should flight 
become necessary. The noise came nearer and chants were 
mingled with the sound of drums and cymbals. Soon the 
head of the procession appeared about fifty yards from the spot 
occupied by Mr. Fogg and his companions. Through the 
branches they could plainly see this curious religious ceremony. 

In the front were priests attired in long robes adorned with 
gold and silver, and with miters on their heads. They were 
surrounded by men, women, and children, who sang a sort of 
funeral psalmody, interrupted from time to time by the beat- 
ing of tam-tams and cymbals. Behind them, on a car with 
large wheels, whose spokes and felloes re23resented serpents 
intertwined, and which was drawn by two pairs of zebus, was a 
hideous statue with four arms, its body colored dark red, its 
eyes haggard, its hair tangled, its tongue hanging out, and its 
lips colored with henna ^ and betel.® Its neck was encircled 
by a collar of skulls, around its waist a girdle of human hands, 
and it stood erect upon a prostrate and headless giant. 

Sir Francis recognized this statue. 

^‘The goddess Kali,” he whispered, “the goddess of love 
and death.” 

Around the statue there was a group of old fakirs, who, in 
the great Hindu ceremonies, throw themselves under the 
wheels of the car of Juggernaut.® Behind them some Brah- 
mans, in all the splendor of their Oriental costumes, were 
leading on a woman who could hardly hold herself erect. This 
woman was young, and as fair as a European. Her head and 

1 a plant, the powdered leaves of which Puri, in the province of Orissa. At the fes- 
produce a yellow color. tivals of the god, the idol is mounted on a 

® the nut of a tree— the betel nut palm— lofty sixteen- wheeled car and drawn in pro- 
which grows in India and other South cession by pilgrims or worshipers who 
Asiatic countries. In some of those conn- come from all parts of India to attend those 
tries chewing the betel nut is almost a uni- ceremonies. It is said that formerly num- 
versal practice among the natives. It gives bers of people used to throw themselves 
the saliva a brick-red color and blackens under the wheels of the car and w^ere thus 
the teeth. crushed to death, believing that by so 

® a celebrated idol of the Hindu god dying they would be at once conveyed to 
Vishnu placed in a temple in the town of heaven. 


THE GODDESS KALI. 


53 


neck, her shoulders, ears, arms, hands, and toes were loaded 
down with jewels, necklaces, bracelets, ear-rings, and finger- 
rings. A tunic, embroidered with gold, covered with a light 
muslin, displayed the outlines of her form. 

Behind the young woman were guards, armed with damas- 
keneed ^ pistols, and naked sabres, carrying a corpse under a 
palanquin. It was the body of an old man, dressed in the 
garments of a rajah,* having, as in life, a turban embroidered 
with pearls, a robe woven of silk and gold, a sash of cashmere 
ornamented with diamonds, and the magnificent weapons of 
an Indian prince. 

Sir Francis looked at the procession with a sad air, and 
turning to the guide, said : 

‘‘A suttee?”^ 

The guide answered by a nod, and put his fingers on his lips. 
The long procession came slowly out from among the trees, 
and soon the last of it disappeared in the depth of the forest. 

Phileas Fogg had heard the word uttered by Sir Francis, 
and as soon as the processsion had disappeared, he asked : 

What is a suttee ? ” 

‘‘A suttee,” replied the general, ‘‘ is a human sacrifice, but 
a willing one. The woman that you have just seen will be 
burned at dawn to-morrow morning.” 

“ And the corpse ? ” asked Mr. Fogg. 

“ It’s that of the prince, her husband,” said the guide, an 
independent rajah of the Bundelkhand. ” 

“How,” returned Mr. Fogg, “do these barbarous customs 
still exist in India ? Have the English not been able to stop 
them?” 

* decorated with designs produced by in- The bodies of the dead were consumed by 
laying of another metal, such as gold, sil- fire, and the wife usually sacrificed herself 
ver. This work was first done at Damascus, on the pile or pyre on which her husband’s 
capital of Syria, Western Asia, hence the body was burned. She was not compelled 
name. to do so, but if she refused she was ever 

2 an Indian prince or king. afterward held in disgrace. The custom 

3 a Hindu widow who gave herself up to has been abolished in British India, and is 
death on the funeral pile of her husband, now very rare in any part of the country. 


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‘‘Through the greater part of India,” replied Sir Francis, 
“such sacrifices are not made; hut we have no power over 
these wild countries, and particularly over this territory of 
Bundelkhand. ” 

“ The unhappy woman ! ” murmured Passepartout, “ burned 
alive!” 

“Yes,” said the general, “burned; and if she were not, 
you cannot believe to what a miserable condition she would 
he reduced by her near relatives. They would shave her head ; 
feed her on a few handfuls of rice; she would he considered 
an unclean creature, and be left to die in a corner alone. So 
that the prospect of this frightful existence frequently drives 
these unfortunates to the sacrifice much more than love or 
religious fanaticism. Sometimes, however, the sacrifice is 
really voluntary and the intervention of the government is 
necessary to prevent it.” 

While the general was talking, the guide shook his head, 
and when he was through, said : 

“ The sacrifice which takes place to-morrow is not a willing 
one.” 

“ How do you know ? ” 

“It is a story which everybody in Bundelkhand knows,” 
replied the guide. 

“But the woman did not seem to make any resistance,” 
said Sir Francis. 

“ That was because they had intoxicated her with the fumes 
of hemp ^ and opium.” '■* 

“ But where are they taking her ? ” 

“ To the pagoda of Pillaji, two miles from here. There 
she will pass the night waiting the hour of sacrifice.” 

“And the sacrifice will take place ” 

“ At daybreak.” 

The guide then led the elephant out of the thicket, and 

1 The reein obtained from a variety of this 2 the dried juice of a species of poppy, 

plant possesses intoxicating properties. having a faint smell and a hitter taste. 


MKS. AOUDA. 


55 


jumped on his neck. But at the moment that he was going 
to start him off by a peculiar whistle, Mr. Fogg stopped him, 
and turning to Sir Francis, said : 

“ If we could save this woman.” 

“ Save this woman, Mr. Fogg! ” cried the brigadier-general. 

I have still twelve hours to spare. I can devote them to 
her.” 

“ Why, you are a man of heart! ” exclaimed Sir Francis. 

“Sometimes,” replied Mr. Fogg, simply, “ when I have the 
time.” 


CHAPTEE XVI. 

MRS. AOUDA. 

The design was bold, and full of difficulties. Mr. Fogg 
was going to risk his life, or at least his liberty, and therefore 
the success of his tour. But he did not hesitate, and he found 
a most willing helper in Sir Francis Cromarty. As to Passe- 
partout, he was ready and could be depended upon. His 
master’s idea delighted him. He felt that there was a heart 
under this icy covering. He almost loved Phileas Fogg. 

But there was the guide. What part would he take in the 
matter? Would he not be with the Indians? Sir Francis 
put the question to him frankly. 

“Officer,” replied the guide, “I am a Parsee, and that 
woman is a Parsee. Make use of me. But understand that 
we not only risk our lives, but horrible punishments if we are 
taken.” 

“We are aware of that,” replied Mr. Fogg. “I think we 
shall have to wait for the night to act.” 

“I think so, too,” replied the guide. 

The brave Hindu then gave some account of the victim. 
She was an Indian of great beauty, of the Parsee race, and a 
daughter of a rich merchant of Bombay. She had received 
in that city an English education, and from, her manners and 


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culture slie would be taken for a Europaan. Her name was 
Aouda.^ She was an orphan. She was married against her 
will to the old rajah of Bundelkhand^ and^ knowing the fate 
that awaited her, she fled, but was immediately retaken. She 
was now given up to the sacriflce by the relatives of the rajah, 
who had an interest in her death. 

This story only strengthened Mr. Fogg and his companions 
in their generous purpose. It was decided that the guide 
should turn the elephant toward the pagoda of Pillaji, which 
he should approach as near as possible. Half an hour after- 
ward a halt was made under a thick clump of trees, five hun- 
dred yards from the pagoda. They could distinctly hear the 
yelling of the fakirs. 

The means of reaching the victim was then talked over. 
The guide was familiar with the pagoda, in which the young 
woman was a prisoner. Could they enter by one of the doors, 
when the whole band was plunged in sleep, or would they 
have to make a hole in the wall ? This could be decided only 
at the moment and fche place. But there could be no doubt 
that the abduction must be made this very night, for at day- 
light the victim would be led to the sacrifice, and then no 
human power could save her. 

Mr. Fogg and his companions waited for night. As soon 
as it was dark, they determined to make an examination of the 
ground around the pagoda. The last cries of the fakirs had 
died out. According to their custom, they were making them- 
selves drunk with bang — liquid opium mixed with an infusion 
of hemp — and it would perhaps be possible to slip in between 
them to the temple. 

The Parsee acting as guide, Mr. Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, 
and Passepartout went noiselessly through the forest. In ten 
minutes they arrived at the edge of a small river, and there, 
by the light of the pine torches, they saw the funeral pyre. 
It was made of sandal wood, and saturated with perfumed oil. 

1 pron. o6-dah. 


MRS. AOUDA. 


On the top of it lay the embalmed body of the rajah whrc, 
was to be burned with the widow. At one hundred yards 
from this pile rose the pagoda. 

Come,” said the guide, in a low voice. 

Soon he stopped at the end of a clearing lighted by a few 
torches. The place was covered with groups of drunken 
sleepers. In the background, among the trees, the pagoda 
stood out indistinctly. But the guards of the rajah, lighted 
by smoky torches, were watching at the doors, and pacing up 
and down with drawn sabers. The Parsee, seeing that they 
could not enter the temple, led his companions back. Sir 
Francis and Phileas Fogg also saw that they could attempt 
nothing on this side. They stopped and talked in a low tone. 

Let us wait,” said the general; it is not yet eight o’clock, 
and it is possible that these guards also may fall asleep.” 

“ That is possible, indeed,” said the Parsee. 

They stretched themselves out at the foot of a tree and 
waited until midnight. There was no change. The guards 
were still there. It was plain that their drowsiness could not 
be counted on. The other plan must now be carried out. An 
opening must be made in the wall of the temple. 

After a final conversation, the guide said he was ready, and 
he moved on. Mr. Fogg, Sir Francis, and Passepartout fol- 
lowed him. They took a roundabout course, that they might 
reach the pagoda by the rear. About half an hour after mid- 
night they arrived at the foot of the walls without having met 
any one. N'o watch had been placed on this side, but there 
were no windows or doors, and it was necessary to make an 
opening. To do this they had nothing but their pocket- 
knives. Fortunately, however, the walls were built of brick 
and wood, which could not be hard to make a hole through. 
The first brick once taken out, the others would easily follow. 

AVith as little noise as possible. Passepartout and the Parsee 
began to unfasten the bricks, so as to make an opening two 
feet wide. But, unfortunately, some guards not only showed 


ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


themselves at the rear of the pagoda, but took up their station 
there. It would be difficult to describe the disappointment 
of these four men, thus stopped in their work. 

“What can we do now?” asked the general, in a low 
voice. 

“ We can only leave,” replied the guide. 

“Wait,” said Fogg. “ It will be time enough if I reach 
Allahabad to-morrow before noon.” 

“ But what can you hope to do ? ” said Sir Francis. “ It 
will soon be daylight, and ” 

“ The chance which escapes us now may return at the last 
moment.” 

Sir Francis consented to wait. The guide took them back 
to the foreground of the clearing. There, sheltered by a 
clump of trees, they could watch the sleeping groups. 

In the meantime Passepartout, who had perched upon the 
lower branches of a tree, was thinking. An idea, which had 
first crossed his mind like a fiash, finally lodged in his brain. 

He had commenced by saying to himself, “ What madness! ” 
and now he repeated, “Why not, after all? It is a chance, 
perhaps the only one ” 

Passepartout did not put his thought into any other shape, 
but he slipped down to the lowej* branches of the tree, the 
ends of which bent toward the ground. 

The hours were passing, and soon a few less somber shades 
announced the approach of day. It was the time fixed for 
the sacrifice. The groups wakened ; the beatings of tam-tams 
sounded, and songs and cries broke out. The doors of the 
pagoda were opened. An intense light came from within. 
Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis could see the victim whom two 
priests were dragging to the outside. 

The crowd now began moving. Phileas Fogg and his com- 
panions followed, mingling with the rear ranks. They stopped 
less than fifty yards from the funeral pile. In the dim light 
they could see the victim, motionless, stretched near her hus- 


MRS. AOUDA. 


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band’s corpse. A torch was brought, and the wood, saturated 
with oil, quickly took fire. 

At this moment Sir Francis and the guide held back Phileas 
Fogg, who, in an impulse of generous madness, was going to 
rush toward the pile. But he had already pushed them back, 
when the scene suddenly changed. A cry of terror arose, 
and the whole crowd cast themselves upon the ground. 

The old rajah was not dead, then, for he was seen raising 
himself upright, like a ghost, taking the young woman in his 
arms, and descending from the pile in clouds of smoke. 

The fakirs, the guards, an’d the priests, overwhelmed with 
fear, lay prostrate, their faces to the ground, not daring to 
look at such a miracle. 

The victim was held by the vigorous arms carrying her 
without seeming to be much of a weight. Mr. Fogg and Sir 
Francis had remained standing. The Parsee had bowed his 
head, and Passepartout, without doubt, was not less stupefied. 

The man who had so suddenly been restored to life came 
near the spot where Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis were standing, 
and said, quickly: 

Let us be off.” 

It was Passepartout himself, who had slipped to the pile in 
the midst of the thick smoke. It was Passepartout who, 
profiting by the darkness, had rescued the young woman from 
death. It was Passepartout who, playing his part so boldly, 
passed out in the midst of the general fright. 

An instant after, all four disappeared in the woods, the ele- 
phant carrying them off with a rapid trot. But cries, shouts, 
and even a ball piercing Phileas Fogg’s hat, warned them that 
the trick had been discovered. In fact, the body of the old 
rajah was still on the burning pile. The priests learned 
that the abduction had taken place. They rushed into the 
forest, followed by the guards firing shots, but the abductors 
fled rapidly, and were soon out of the range of balls and 
arrows. 


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CHAPTER XVII. 

THE VALLEY OE THE GANGES. 

The bold venture had succeeded. Sir Francis grasped the 
hand of the brave Passepartout, and his master said to him, 
“ Good,” which from him was high praise. As for the young 
Indian widow, she had no knowledge of what had passed. 
Wrapped up in traveling cloaks, she was resting in one of the 
howdahs. Sir Francis, who knew the effects of the intoxica- 
tion produced by the fumes of hemp, had no uneasiness on 
that account; but he told Phileas Fogg that if Mrs. Aouda 
remained in India she would certainly fall again into the hands 
of the fakirs. These fanatics were scattered throughout the 
entire peninsula, and they would surely capture her again, 
whether at Madras, or Bombay, or Calcutta. The young 
woman, he declared, would not be safe in India. 

Phileas Fogg replied that he would think over the matter. 

Toward ten o’clock the guide announced the station of 
Allahabad, where the railway recommenced, and from which, 
in less than twenty-four hours, the train reaches Calcutta. 
Phileas Fogg would, then, arrive in time to take the steamer 
leaving Calcutta the next day, October 26th, at noon, for 
Hongkong. 

The young woman was placed in the waiting-room of the 
station. Passepartout was ordered to buy for her various 
articles of clothing. He set off at once, and was soon in the 
streets of Allahabad, which means the City of God, and is one 
of the most venerated of the cities of India. It is built at the 
junction of two sacred rivers, the Ganges and the Jumna, 
whose waters attract pilgrims from the whole peninsula. The 
legends of the Ramayana,' say that the Ganges has its source 

‘ (jpron. rah'-ma-yah'-na) one of the great epic poems of ancient India. The other is 
called Mahabarata {pron. mah'-ha-bah'-ra-ta). 


THE VALLEY OF THE GANGES. 


61 


ill heaven, from which, through the will of Brahma,^ it descends 
to the earth. 

Passepartout, having made his purchases, returned to the 
station. Mrs. Aouda began to revive. Meanwhile, the train 
was about to leave Allahabad. The Parsee was waiting. Mr. 
Fogg paid him the remuneration agreed upon for his services. 
The question what to do with Kiouni now remained. What 
would be done with the elephant bought so dearly ? Phileas 
Fogg had already made up his mind upon this point. 

“Parsee,” he said to the guide, “you have given good 
service and you have been devoted. I have paid you for your 
service, but not for your devotion. If you wish to have this 
elephant, he is yours.” 

The eyes of the guide sparkled. 

“ Your honor is giving me a fortune,” he cried. 

“Take him, guide,” replied Mr. Fogg, “and I shall still 
be in your debt.” 

A few moments later, Phileas Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, Sir Francis 
Cromarty, and Passepartout, seated in a comfortable car, were 
running at full speed toward Benares. This place is eighty 
miles from Allahabad. 

During the journey the young woman completely revived, 
the drowsy fumes of the bang having disappeared. What was 
her astonishment to find herself on the railway, clothed in 
European garments, and with travelers entirely unknown to 
her. At first her companions gave her the greatest care, and 
refreshed her with a few drops of liquor; then the general told 
her the story of her rescue. He dwelt upon the devotion of 
Phileas Fogg, who had not hesitated to stake his life to save 
her, and upon the brave part played by Passepartout. 

Mrs. Aouda thanked her deliverers by her tears more than 
by her words. Then her thoughts carrying her back to the 
funeral pile, and the many dangers still awaiting her, she 


i one of the triad or trinity of gods of the and Siva. Brahma is called the creator, 
Hindu religion, the other two being Vishnu Vishnu the preserver and Siva the destroyer. 


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shuddered with terror. Phileas Fogg offered to take her to 
Hongkong, where she might remain until the affair died out. 
Mrs. Aouda accepted the offer gratefully, for at Hongkong 
there resided one of her relatives, a Parsee like herself, and 
one of the principal merchants of that city, which is entirely 
English, though on the Chinese coast. 

At half-past twelve, noon, the train stopped at Benares. 
The Brahman legends assert that this place occupies the site of 
the ancient Casti, which was once suspended in space, between 
the zenith^ and the nadir,^ like Mohammed’s tomb.® But 
Benares was now resting on the earth, and Passepartout, as 
they entered it, could see its brick houses and clay huts, 
which gave it a very desolate appearance. 

It was here that Sir Francis Cromarty had to stop. The 
troops which he was rejoining were camping a few miles to 
the north of the city. The brigadier-general hade adieu to 
Phileas Fogg, wishing him all possible success. Mr. Fogg 
lightly pressed his hand. Mrs. Aouda said she would never 
forget what she owed to Sir Francis. As for Passepartout, 
the general honored him by a warm shake of the hand. They 
then parted. 

Leaving Benares the railway passed along the valley of the 
Ganges. Through the windows of the car could he seen the 
varied country of Behar, mountains covered with verdure, 
fields of barley, corn, and wheat, jungles full of green alliga- 
tors, neat villages, and verdant forests. Elephants and zebus 
were bathing in the waters of the sacred river, and bands of 
Hindus were piously performing their holy ablutions.^ These 
were faithful Brahmans, the bitter enemies of Buddhism,® 

* the point of the heavens directly over ® (j^row.hood'izm) the religion founded by 

our heads, the Hindu sage Gautama, surnamed Buddha, 

2 the point directly opposite the zenith, who lived in the sixth century b.c. It was 
or under the place where we stand, opposed to Brahmanism. It prevails widely 

8 referring to the fable that the coffin of in China, Japan, and other countries of 
Mohammed rests suspended in air. Asia outside of India, from which it was 

* the washing of the body as a prepara- banished by the persecutions of the Brah- 

tion for religious duties. mans. 


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their gods being Vishnu, the suu god; Siva, the divinity of 
the natural forces, and Brahma, the supreme ruler of priests 
and legislators. 

This panorama passed like a flash, and frequently a cloud 
of steam hid part of it from the travelers. They could scarcely 
see the fort of Chunar, twenty miles to the southeast of 
Benares, the old stronghold of the rajahs of Behar; Ghazi- 
pur,^ and its large rose-water manufactories; the tomb of 
Lord Cornwallis,^ rising on the left bank of the Ganges; the 
fortifled town of Baxar; Patna, the great manufacturing 
and commercial city, where the principal opium market in 
India is held ; Monghyr,® a town as English as Manchester 
or Birmingham, famous for its iron foundries, and its manu- 
factories of cutlery. 

Then night came on, and in the midst of the roaring of 
tigers, bears, and wolves, which fled before the locomotive, 
the train passed at full speed, and the travelers saw nothing 
of the wonders of Bengal, or of Golconda,'* or of Gour ^ in ruins, 
or Mourshidabad, the former capital,® or Ohandernagar, that 
French point in the Indian territory, on which Passepartout 
would have been proud to have seen his native flag floating. 

At seven o’clock in the morning Calcutta was reached. 
The steamer for Hongkong was not to leave till noon. Phileas 
Fogg, therefore, had flve hours before him. According to his 
journal he should and did arrive in the capital of India October 
25th, twenty-three days after leaving London. He was neither 
ahead nor behind time. The two days gained between Lon- 
don and Bombay had been lost in his journey across India, 
but it is to be supposed that he did not regret them. 

* -pron. gah-zS-poor'. ^ a fortress in the Nizam’s dominions 

2 This was the Cornwallis who, in 1781, celebrated for diamonds, though the stones 
surrendered with all the British troops at were merely cut and polished there, being 
Yorktown, Va., thus bringing to a close the generally found at Partial near the south- 
American Revolutionary War. In 1786 he eastern frontier of the Nizam’s terri- 
was appointed Governor-General of India, tory. 

He died at Ghazipur, October, 1805. ® an ancient city of Bengal. 

^ pron. mou-g6r^ * i. e., of Bengal. 


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OHAPTEE XVIII. 

VERY DEAR SHOES. 

Phileas Fogg intended to go direct to tlie Hongkong 
steamer, in order to fix Mrs. Aouda there comfortably; but 
as he was going out of the station a policeman approached 
him and said: 

‘‘ Mr. Phileas Fogg ? ” 

I am he.” 

“Is this man your servant?” added the policeman, point- 
ing to Passepartout. 

“Yes.” 

“ You will both be so kind as to follow me.” 

Mr. Fogg did not seem surprised. The policeman was a 
representative of the law, and to an Englishman the law is 
sacred. 

“ This young lady may accompany us ? ” asked he. 

“ She may,” replied the policeman. 

The policeman led Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aonda, and Passepartout 
to a palkighari, a sort of four-wheeled vehicle with four seats, 
drawn by two horses. They first crossed the “black town,” ’ 
with its narrow streets, wretched huts and dirty and ragged 
population; then they passed through the European town, 
adorned with brick houses, shaded by cocoanut-trees, bristling 
with masts. 

The palkighari stopped before a house of plain appearance. 
The policeman let his prisoners out, for such, indeed, they 
could be called, and led them into a room with grated win- 
dows, saying: 

“ At half-past eight you will appear before Judge Obadiah.” 

Then he left and closed the door. 

“We are prisoners!” cried Passepartout, dropping into a 
chair. 


1 the part of the city in which the natives lived. 


VERY DEAR SHOES. 


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Mrs. Aouda, addressing Mr. Fogg, said, in a voice whose 
emotion she could not hide: 

“ Sir, you must leave me. It is on my account that you are 
pursued. It is for saving me.” 

Phileas Fogg said that that was impossible. The fakirs 
would not dare to make such a charge. There was a mistake; 
but in any event he would not leave the young woman. He 
would take her to Hongkong. 

“ The steamer leaves at noon,” remarked Passepartout. 

“Before noon we will be on board,” replied Mr. Fogg, 
quietly. 

At half-past eight the door opened. The policeman reap- 
peared, and led the prisoners into the next apartment. It was 
a court-room, and a number of Europeans and natives were 
there. Judge Obadiah entered, followed by a clerk. 

“ The first case,” he said. 

“ Phileas Fogg! ” said the clerk. 

“ Here I am,” replied Mr. Fogg. 

“ Passepartout! ” 

“ Present !” cried Passepartout. 

“Prisoners!” said Judge Obadiah. “For two days you 
have been looked for upon the arrival of trains from Bombay.” 

“ Of what are we accused ? ” cried Passepartout. 

“You shall know,” said the judge. 

“ Sir,” said Mr. Fogg, “ I am an English citizen, and have 
the right ” ^ 

“ Have you been ill-treated ? ” 

“Not at all.” 

“ Very well; let the complainants come in.” 

A door was opened and three Hindu priests entered. 

“These are the rascals,” whispered Passepartout, “who 
were going to burn our young lady.” 

The priests stood in front of the judge, and the clerk read 
in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege ' brought against Mr. 

* the crime of profaning or making an improper use of sacred things or places. 

5 


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Fogg and his servant, accused of having violated a place con- 
secrated by the Brahman religion. 

‘‘ You have heard the charge ? ” said the judge. 

“Yes, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch, “and 
I do not deny it.” 

“ Ah ! you admit it ? ” 

“ I do; and I expect these three priests to admit what they 
were going to do at the pagoda of Pillaji.” 

The priests looked at each other. They seemed not to 
understand. 

“At the pagoda of Pillaji,” cried Passepartout, “where 
they were going to burn their victim.” 

The priests were surprised, and Judge Obadiah asked in 
astonishment : 

“ What victim ? Burn whom ? In the very city of Bom- 
bay ? ” 

“ Bombay! ” cried Passepartout. 

“ Certainly. We are not speaking of the pagoda of Pillaji, 
but of the pagoda of Malabar Hill in Bombay.” 

“ And as proof, here are the desecrator’s ^ shoes,” added the 
clerk, putting a pair on his desk. 

“ My shoes! ” cried Passepartout, who, surprised at the last 
charge, could not prevent this exclamation. 

The confusion of the master and servant may be imagined. 
They had forgotten all about the incident at Bombay, and 
that was the thing for which they were now before the magis- 
trate in Calcutta. 

Fix had seen the advantage he might get from the adventure 
of Passepartout. Delaying his departure twelve hours, he had 
talked with the priests of Malabar Hill, and promised them 
large damages, knowing that the English government was 
very severe upon this kind of offense. Then he sent them 
by the next train on the track of Passepartout. On account 
of the time lost in rescuing the young widow. Fix and the 

1 one who profanes something set apart as sacred. 


VERY DEAR SHOES. 


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Hindus arrived at Calcutta before Phileas Fogg and his ser- 
vant, the authorities being warned by telegraph to arrest them 
on their arrival. The disappointment of Fix may be judged 
when he found that Phileas Fogg had not yet got to Calcutta, 
and for twenty-four hours he watched for them at the station. 
What was his joy then, when, this very morning, he saw them 
get out of the train, accompanied, it is true, by a young 
woman whose presence he could not explain. He immediately 
sent a policeman after them; and this is how they came to be 
taken before Judge Obadiah. 

And if Passepartout had been less occupied with his own 
affairs, he would have seen the detective in a corner of the 
room following the case with an interest easy to understand, 
for at Calcutta, as at Bombay, and as at Suez, the warrant 
had failed to reach him. 

Judge Obadiah had taken a note of the imprudent exclama- 
tion which had escaped from Passepartout, and he said : 

“ The facts are admitted ? ” 

“Admitted,” replied Mr. Fogg, coldly. 

“Inasmuch,” continued the judge, “as the English law 
protects all the religions of the people of India, and the 
offense being admitted by this man Passepartout, I sentence 
said Passepartout to fifteen days imprisonment and a fine of 
three hundred pounds.” 

“ Three hundred pounds! ” cried Passepartout. 

“ Silence! ” said the court officer. 

“And,” added Judge Obadiah, “inasmuch as the master 
ought to be held responsible for the acts of a servant in his 
employ, I sentence Phileas Fogg to eight days imprisonment 
and one hundred and fifty pounds fine.” 

Fix was delighted. Phileas Fogg detained in Calcutta eight 
days! It would be more than time enough for the warrant to 
arrive. Passepartout was stupefied. This sentence would 
ruin his master. A wager of twenty thousand pounds lost, 
and all because he had gone into that pagoda ! 


EOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTH DAYS. 


But Phileas Fogg was as composed as if the sentence did 
not concern him. At the moment the clerk was about to call 
another case, he rose and said: I offer bail.” 

“You have the right to do so,” replied the judge. 

Fix felt a cold shudder down his back, but he recovered 
himself again when he heard the judge announce that Phileas 
Fogg and his servant being strangers, he would fix the bail of 
each at one thousand pounds.” 

“I will pay it,” said Mr. Fogg. And he took from the 
bag, which Passepartout carried, a bundle of bank-notes and 
placed them on the clerk’s desk. 

“ This sum will be returned to you when you have served 
your term in prison,” said the judge. “In the meantime, 
you are free under bail.” 

“ Oome,” said , Phileas Fogg to his servant. 

“But they should at least return me my shoes,” cried 
Passepartout. 

They gave him the shoes. 

“Dear shoes!” he exclaimed. “More than a thousand 
apiece! ” 

Mr. Fogg took a carriage, and he and Mrs. Aouda and 
Passepartout got into it immediately. Fix ran behind the 
carriage, which was driven to one of the wharves of the city. 

The Rangoon was anchored half a mile out in the harbor, 
her sailing fiag hoisted at the masthead. Eleven o’clock 
struck. Mr. Fogg was one hour before time. Fix saw him 
get out of the carriage and embark in a boat with Mrs. Aouda 
and his servant. The detective stamped his foot in anger. 

“The rascal!” he cried; “he is off! Well, I will follow 
him to the end of the world if necessary; but at the rate at 
which he is going all the stolen money will soon be gone.” 

The detective had good reason for making this remark, for 
since leaving London, what with traveling expenses, rewards, 
the buying of the elephant, bail, and fines, Phileas Fogg had 
already spent more than five thousand pounds on his journey. 


IN THE BAY OF BENGAL. 


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CHAPTER XIX. 

IN THE BAY OF BENGAL. 

The Rangoon, one of the vessels employed by the Peninsular 
and Oriental Company in the Chinese and Japanese seas, was 
an iron screw steamer of seventeen hundred and seventy tons, 
and of four hundred horse-power. She was as swift, but not 
as comfortable, as the Mongolia. 

During the voyage Mrs. Aouda became better acquainted 
with Phileas Fogg. She showed him the deepest gratitude. 
At certain hours he came regularly, if not to talk with her, 
at least to listen to what she said. He was strictly polite, but 
with the regularity of a machine, whose movements had been 
arranged for that purpose. Mrs. Aouda di(} not know what 
to think of him, though Passepartout gave her an idea of the 
strange character of his master. He also told her of the wager 
which was taking him around the world. 

The first days of the voyage passed very agreeably. The 
weather being favorable, the steamer made satisfactory progress 
in the immense Bay of Bengal. They soon sighted the Great 
Andaman, the principal of that group of islands ^ which is 
recognized by navigators at a great distance by the picturesque 
Saddle Peak Mountain, two thousand four hundred feet high. 
The Rangoon sailed pretty close to the coast, but the savage 
Papuans ’ of the island did not show themselves. They are 
beings in the lowest grade of humanity, though not cannibals, 
as they have been sometimes called. 

The picture presented by these islands was superb. Im- 
mense forests of palm-trees, arecas” bamboo, nutmeg-trees,, 
teak - wood, giant mimosa® and tree-like ferns covered the 

1 toward the east side of the Bay of Ben- s a kind of palm bearing the areca, or 
gal. These islands are a portion of the betel nut. 

Indian Archipelago. ■* a tree which furnishes excellent ship 

’ {pron. pah'poo-anz) a name given to timber, 
natives of the islands of the Indian Archi- ® a kind of pod-bearing plant, of which 
pelago, from Papua, one of the islands. there are many varieties, one being the 


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70 ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 

country in the foreground, and in the background there stood 
out in relief the graceful outlines of the mountains. Along 
the shores there swarmed in thousands those precious swallows 
whose nests form a food ' much esteemed in the Celestial Em- 
pire.^ But the Rangoon swiftly pursued her way toward the 
Straits of Malacca/ which give access to the Chinese seas. 

What was Detective Eix doing during this trip ? After 
leaving instructions to send the warrant to him at Hongkong, 
if it should arrive, he succeeded in getting aboard the Ran- 
goon without being noticed by Passepartout. But he found 
it necessary to renew his acquaintance with the good fellow. 
The reason why we shall see. 

All the hopes of the detective were now centered on Hong- 
kong, as the steamer would stop too short a time in Singapore 
for him to do anything there. The arrest of the robber must 
be made in Hongkong. This was English soil, but the last 
they would touch on the route. China, Japan, America, 
would offer a pretty certain refuge for Mr. Fogg, for in any 
of these countries a simple warrant of arrest would not be 
sufficient. An extradition “ order would be necessary, and 
this would cause delays of which the rogue would take ad- 
vantage to escape. 

“ Then,” thought Eix, “ either the warrant will be at Hong- 
kong and I will arrest my man, or it will not be there; and 
I must, at all hazards, delay his departure. But if it becomes 
necessary to do this, what means shall I employ to do it? ” 

Bensitive plant. When roughly touched, were gods, or appointed by Heaven, celes- 
the leaves of this plant shrink or close to- tial meaning heavenly, 
gether, as if they had the sense of feeling, 3 between the Malay Peninsula, southeast 
hence the name. point of Asia, and the island of Sumatra. 

1 They are called edible (eatable) nests, Here are three British settlements— Pinang, 
and are made into soup. They are formed or Prince of Wales Island ; Malacca, a dis- 
of mucus, a substance which the bird dis- trict and town on the Asiatic mainland, 
charges from the salivary glands through and the island and town of Singapore. 

the mouth, and which dries and looks like ^ an order for the extradition or giving 
isinglass. up of an escaped criminal to the police au- 

2 China has been ironically so called be- thorities of the country in which the crime 
cause the legends say that its first emperors was committed. 


IN THE BAY OF BENGAL. 


71 


At last Fix decided to tell Passepartout everything; to let 
him know what his master was. He thought that Passepar- 
tout would then take sides with him through fear- of getting 
into trouble himself. 

But this Fogg had the habit of jumping from one vessel 
into another, and before anything could be done he might be 
far enough off from Hongkong. The important thing was 
to warn the English authorities and to signal the Eangoon be- 
fore her arrival. Now, this would be very easy, as the steamer 
would put in at Singapore, which is connected with the 
Chinese coast by a telegraph line. But before acting. Fix 
determined to question Passepartout, and there was no time 
to lose. It was October 30th, and the next day the Eangoon 
would reach Singapore. Fix, therefore, leaving his cabin, 
went upon deck, preparing to meet Passepartout with signs 
of the greatest surprise. The latter was walking in the for- 
ward part of the vessel, when the detective rushed toward him, 
exclaiming: 

“ Is this you, on the Eangoon ? ” 

“ Monsieur Fix aboard! ” replied Passepartout, much aston- 
ished. What! I left you at Bombay, and I meet you again 
on the route to Hongkong! Are you also making a tour of 
the world ? ” 

“No, no,” answered Fix. “ I expect to stop at Hongkong 
for a few days.” 

“ Ah! ” said Passepartout. “ But why have I not seen you 
aboard since we left Calcutta ? ” 

“ I was a little seasick, and remained in my cabin. But 
your master, how is he ? ” 

“ In perfect health, and as punctual as his diary. Not one 
day behind. But Monsieur Fix, you do not know, we have 
a young lady with us also.” 

“ A young lady! ” exclaimed the detective. 

Passepartout then told him the whole story. He related 
the incident of the pagoda at Bombay, the purchase of the 


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elephant, the suttee affair, the sentence of the Calcutta court, 
and their release on bail. 

‘‘ But, ’’"asked Fix, at the end of the story, ‘‘does your 
master intend to take this young woman to Europe ? ” 

“Not at all. Monsieur Fix. We are simply going to put 
her in charge of one of her relatives, a rich merchant of Hong- 
kong.” 

CHAPTER XX. 

A BEAUTIFUL ISLAND. 

After this day Passepartout and the detective met fre- 
quently, but the latter said little to his companion, and did 
not try to make him talk. 

As for Passepartout, he thought very seriously over the 
strange chance which had once more put Fix on his master’s 
route. He tried to understand why this very amiable gentle- 
man whom they first met at Suez, who embarked upon the 
Mongolia, who landed at Bombay, where he said he would 
stop, whom they meet again on the Eangoon, was following 
step by step the route of Mr. Fogg. 

But if Passepartout had thought for a century, he would 
never have guessed the detective’s real object. He would never 
have imagined Phileas Fogg being “followed,” like a robber, 
around the world. But as it is human nature to try to give 
a reason for everything, Passepartout explained Fix’s conduct 
in this way : Fix was a detective sent upon Mr. Fogg’s track 
by his friends of the Eeform Club, to make sure that the tour 
round the world was actually made as agreed upon. 

“ That is plain ! That is plain ! ” repeated the honest fellow 
to himself, quite proud of his clear-sightedness. “ He is a 
spy these gentlemen have sent upon our heels.” 

Although delighted with his discovery, he resolved not to 
say anything about it to his master, fearing that he would feel 
hurt at this mistrust on the part of his friends of the Club. 


A BEAUTIFUL ISLAND. 


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On Wednesday, October 30th, in the afternoon, the Ran- 
goon entered the Strait of Malacca, which separates the penin- 
sula of that name from Sumatra. ‘ Mountainous, craggy, and 
very picturesque islets hid from the passengers the view of 
this large island. 

The Rangoon put in at Singapore for a supply of coal at 
four o’clock the next morning, half a day before her due time. 
Phileas Fogg noted this gain in his book, and then went ashore 
with Mrs. Aouda, who expressed a desire to walk about for a 
few hours. 

The island of Singapore is neither large nor of an imposing 
aspect. It has no mountains, yet it has its beauties. It is a 
park laid out with fine avenues. An elegant carriage, drawn 
by handsome horses, imported from New Holland,* took Mrs. 
Aouda and Phileas Fogg into the midst of groups of palms, 
and clove-trees, the cloves of which are formed from the bud 
of the half- opened fiower. Hedges of pepper plants instead of 
hawthorn as in European countries; sage-trees, and large 
ferns, with superb branches, varied the appearance of this 
tropical region, and nutmeg-trees with shining leaves filled 
the air with perfume. Monkeys skipped about in the woods, 
and tigers roamed in the jungles. Should anyone be sur- 
prised that in this island, which is but a small one, these ter- 
rible animals are not destroyed to the very last one, we may 
explain that they come from Malacca, swimming across the 
strait which separates the island from the mainland. 

After a ride of two hours, Mrs. Aouda and Mr. Fogg re- 
turned into the town — a vast collection of heavy, fiat-looking 
houses, surrounded by delightful gardens, in which grew 
mangoes, pine-apples, and all the richest fruits. At ten 
o’clock they again went on board the steamer, followed by 
the detective, who had watched them all the time. Passe- 
partout was waiting for them on the deck of the Rangoon. 
The good fellow had bought a few dozen mangoes, as large as 

2 another name for Australia. 


1 See map. 


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ordinary apples, dark brown outside, brilliant red inside, 
whose white pulp, melting in the mouth, gives exquisite en- 
joyment. Passepartout was only too happy to offer them to 
Mrs. Aouda, who thanked him very gracefully. 

At eleven o’clock the Eangoon started again, and in a few 
hours the passengers lost sight of the high mountains of 
Malacca, and its forests, in which are the most beautiful tigers 
in the world. 

The island, of Hongkong, a small English territory just off 
the Chinese coast, is thirteen hundred miles from Singapore. 
Phileas Fogg wished to get there in six days, in order to take 
the steamer leaving on the 6th of November for Yokohama, 
one of the principal ports of Japan. 

The Rangoon was heavily laden. Many passengers had come 
aboard at Singapore. The weather, Avhich until this time had 
been quite fine, changed with the last quarter of the moon. 
The sea was high. Sometimes the wind blew a gale, and great 
precautions had then to be taken. It was often necessary to 
sail under a small force of steam. But the loss of time arising 
from this cause did not seem to affect Phileas Fogg at all. 
Passepartout, however, was much put out about it. He 
blamed the captain, the engineer, and all those who had any- 
thing to do with the working of the ship. Perhaps the 
thought of the gas still burning at his expense in Saville 
Row had a large share in his impatience. 

“Are you in a very great hurry to get to Hongkong?” 
the detective asked him one day. 

“ In a very great hurry,” replied Passepartout. 

“ You think that Mr. Fogg wishes very much to be in time 
for the Yokohama steamer ? ” 

“ Very much.” 

“ Then you believe in this singular voyage around the 
world ? ” 

“ Certainly. And don’t you. Monsieur Fix ? ” 

“ I ! Of course I don’t.” 


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“You’re a sly fellow,” replied Passepartout, winking at 
him. 

These words made the detective uneasy. Had the French- 
man guessed his purpose ? He did not know what to 
think. But on another day the good Passepartout went 
further. 

“ Monsieur Fix,” he asked, in a bantering tone, “ when we 
arrive at Hongkong, shall we be so unfortunate as to lose 
you ? ” 

“Oh,” replied Fix, quite embarrassed, “I do not know. 
Perhaps ” 

“Ah!” said Passepartout, “if you accompany us, I shall 
be so happy. Let us see. An agent of the Peninsular 
Company could not stop on the route. You were going 
only to Bombay, and now you will soon be in China. Amer- 
ica is not far off, and from America to Europe it is only a 
step.” 

Fix looked at his companion, whose face was very pleasant, 
and he laughed. But Passepartout in a gay mood asked him 
if he made much by his business. 

“Yes and no,” replied Fix. “There are fortunate and 
unfortunate business enterprises. But you understand, of 
course, that I don’t travel at my own expense.” 

“Oh! I am quite sure of that,” replied Passepartout, 
laughing loud. 

The conversation then ended, and Fix went to his cabin and 
sat down to think. It was plain that he was suspected. Some 
way or other the Frenchman had found that he was a detect- 
ive. But had he warned his master ? The detective spent 
some hours thinking over the matter, at one time believing 
everything was lost, at another hoping Fogg was ignorant of 
the situation of affairs. But at length he resolved to act 
frankly with Passepartout. If he could not arrest Fogg at 
Hongkong, and if Fogg prepared to finally leave that English 
territory, he would tell Passepartout everything. Either the 


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servant was the accomplice of his master, and then the master 
knew everything, or the servant had no part in the robbery, 
and then it would' be to his interest to desert the robber. 


CHAPTER XXI. 

CHANCE FAVORS PHILEAS FOGG. 

During the last few days of the voyage the weather was 
pretty bad. The Rangoon rolled heavily, and the passengers 
lost their temper over the great waves which the wind raised 
before them. During the 3d and 4th of November it was 
almost a tempest. The speed of the steamer was much 
reduced, and it was estimated that she would arrive at Hong- 
kong twenty hours late. 

Phileas Eogg looked with his usual calmness at the raging 
sea, which seemed to struggle directly against him. He did 
not appear in the least troubled, though a delay of twenty 
hours might make him miss the Yokohama steamer, and lose 
his wager. It seemed as if the tempest formed a part of his 
programme. 

But Fix did not look at these things in the same light. On 
the contrary, the tempest pleased him very much. The delay 
suited him, for it would oblige Fogg to remain some days at 
Hongkong. The skies, with their squalls and tempests, be- 
came his ally. 

But at last the tempest ceased. The sea became calm on 
the 4th of November. The wind veered to the south, and 
was again favorable. But all the lost time could not be 
regained, and land was not signaled until the 6th at five 
o’clock A.M. They should have arrived on the 5th, and of 
course they would miss the Yokohama steamer. 

At six o’clock the pilot came aboard and took his place on 
the bridge to guide the vessel through the channels into the 
port of Hongkong. Mr. Fogg asked him in his quiet man- 


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ner if he knew when a vessel would leave Hongkong for 
Yokohama. 

‘‘ To-morrow morning, at high tide,” replied the pilot. 

‘‘ What is the name of the steamer? ” asked Mr. Fogg. 

“ The Carnatic.” 

“Was she not to have left yesterday ? ” 

“Yes, sir; hut they had to repair one of her boilers, and 
she will not leave until to-morrow.” 

“ Thank you,” replied Mr. Fogg, and he went down again 
into the cabin of the Rangoon. 

The pilot guided the steamer through the flotilla \of junks,® 
tankas,® fishing-boats, and vessels of all kinds which crowded 
the channels of Hongkong. In an hour the Rangoon was at 
the wharf, and the passengers landed. 

This time chance had in a strange way served Phileas Fogg. 
If the boilers of the Carnatic had not needed repair she would 
have left on the 5th of November, and the passengers for 
Japan would have had to wait a week for the departure of the 
next steamer. Mr. Fogg, it is true, was twenty-four hours 
behind time, but the steamer which crosses the Pacific from 
Yokohama to San Francisco was in direct connection with the 
Hongkong steamer, and it could not leave bMore the latter 
arrived. So that, although they would be twenty-four hours 
behind at Yokohama, it would be easy to make up the lost 
time during the voyage across the Pacific, lasting twenty-two 
days. Mr. Fogg was, then, within twenty-four hours of his 
programme time twenty-five days after leaving London. 

As the Carnatic was not to sail until five o’clock next morn- 
ing, Mr. Fogg had sixteen hours to attend to Mrs. Aouda’s 
business. On landing he placed the young woman in a palan- 
quin, and took her to a hotel, where a room was engaged for 
her. Then he went to look for the relative with whom she 
was to stay at Hongkong. At the same time he ordered 


* a fleet of small vessels. 
3 flat-bottomed ships. 


3 boats used in China, about twenty-five 
feet in length and rowed by women. 


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Passepartout to remain at the hotel until his return, so that 
the young woman should not be left alone. 

Mr. Fogg proceeded to the Exchange, where he had no 
doubt they could tell him of a person who was reckoned one 
of the richest merchants of the place. He inquired of a 
broker, who informed him that the Parsee merchant was not 
then in China, having retired from business two years before 
and gone to live in Europe. Phileas Fogg returned to the 
hotel and told Mrs. Aouda what he had learned from the 
broker. She made no remark at first. Passing her hand over 
her forehead, she thought for a few moments, then said in her 
sweet voice: 

What ought I to do, Mr. Fogg? ” 

“It is very simple,” replied that gentleman. “Go on to 
Europe.” 

“ But I cannot trespass ” 

“You do not trespass, and your presence does not interfere 
with my programme.” 

Then calling Passepartout, he ordered him to go to the 
Carnatic and engage three cabins. 

Passepartout went off at once, delighted that the young 
woman, who had been very gracious to him, was to accompany 
them on the remainder of their tour. 

CHAPTER XXII. 

HONGKONG. 

Hongkong is a small island which England obtained by 
the treaty of Nankin/ after the war of 1842. She has 
founded there the important city and port of Victoria. The 
island is at the mouth of the Canton River, sixty miles from 
the Portuguese town of Macao,^ on the opposite shore. The 
greater part of Chinese transportation is done through the 

1 a city of China, where the treaty was 2 {^pron. mah-kah'o or mah-kow'.) This 
“^^de. settlement is also on an island. 


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English port. Its docks, wharves, warehouses, hospitals, a 
Gothic cathedral, a government house, and macadamized ‘ 
streets, would make one think that it is a town in England. 

Passepartout sauntered toward Victoria, looking at the 
palanquins and the crowds of Chinese, Japanese, and Euro- 
peans hurrying along the streets. When he arrived at the 
port he saw a perfect swarm of the ships of all nations — Eng- 
lish, French, American, Dutch, war and merchant vessels, 
Japanese or Chinese crafts, junks, sampans,* tankas, and 
even flower boats — floating on the waters. Walking along, he 
noticed a number of natives, all very old and dressed in 
yellow. Going into a barber’s shop to get shaved, he learned 
that these men were at least eighty years old, and that at this 
age they had the privilege of wearing yellow, which is the 
Imperial color. 

After getting shaved. Passepartout went to the wharf from 
which the Carnatic was to sail, and there he saw Fix walking 
up and down. The detective showed signs of great disap- 
pointment. 

“ Good! ” said Passepartout to himself ; ‘‘ that will be bad 
for the gentlemen of the Reform Club.” 

And he accosted Fix, without seeming to notice the vexed 
air of his companion. 

Now, the detective had good reason to feel disappointed. 
No warrant had arrived. It was certainly coming after him, 
but it could reach him only if he stopped some days in 
Hongkong, and this being the last English territory on 
the tour, Mr. Fogg would escape if he could not detain him 
there. 

“ Well, Monsieur Fix, have you decided to come with us as 
far as America? ” asked Passepartout. 

“ Yes,” replied Fix, with set teeth. 


1 covered with small broken stones and ^ boats used on Chinese rivers. At the 
rolled to form a hard, smooth surface ; so mouth of the Canton River numbers of na- 
called from Macadam, the inventor. tive families live permanently on those boats. 


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‘‘I knew very well,” cried Passepartout, laughing, “that 
you could not separate from us. Come and engage your berth 
at once! ” 

They soon entered the ticket office and engaged cabins for 
four. The clerk told them that the repairs of the Carnatic 
being completed, the steamer would leave at eight o’clock in 
the evening, instead of next morning as had been announced. 

“Very good!” replied Passepartout; “that will suit my 
master. I shall go and tell him. ” 

Fix now resolved to tell Passepartout everything. It was 
the only way he could think of to detain Phileas Fogg for a 
few days in Hongkong. On leaving the office he invited his 
companion to drink, and they entered a tavern on the quay. 
It was a large room, at the back of which there was a camp- 
bed furnished with cushions. On this bed several people were 
lying asleep. Several others were sitting at small tables, and 
most of them were smoking long, red clay pipes stuffed with 
little balls of opium mixed with essence of rose. From time 
to time, some smoker, overcome, would fall down under the 
table, and the waiters, taking him by the head and feet, car- 
ried him to the camp-bed. Fix and Passepartout understood 
that they were in a smoking-house haunted by those wretched, 
stupefied creatures to whom the English sell every year ten 
millions four hundred thousand pounds’ worth of the fatal 
drug called opium. 

Sad millions these, spent on one of the most deadly vices of 
human nature ! The Chinese government has tried by severe 
laws to suppress this terrible evil, but in vain. From the 
rich, by whom the habit was first indulged in, it has descended 
to the poor, and its ravages cannot now be stopped. Opium 
is smoked everywhere and always in the Middle Kingdom.’ 
Men and women give themselves up to this passion, and when 
they are accustomed to inhaling the fumes they can no longer 

1 a name the Chinese have given to their country from an idea that it is in the center or 
middle of the earth’s surface. 


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81 


do without it, except by suffering terrible cramps in the stom- 
ach. A heavy smoker can smoke as many as eight pipes a 
day, but he dies in five years. 

It was one of these houses that Fix and Passepartout had 
entered to refresh themselves. They called for two bottles of 
port,* of which the Frenchman partook heartily, while Fix 
watched him closely. They talked of one thing and another, 
until the two bottles were empty, and then Passepartout rose 
to go and inform his master that the steamer would sail sooner 
than had been announced. But Fix detained him. 

“ One moment,” he said. 

“ What do you wish. Monsieur Fix ? ” 

“ I have some serious matters to talk to you about.” 

‘‘Serious matters?” said Passepartout. “Well, we will 
talk about them to-morrow. I have not time to-day.” 

“ AVait a little; it concerns your master.” 

Passepartout took his seat again. 

“ AVhat have you to say ? ” he asked. 

Fix placed his hand upon his companion’s arm, and, lower- 
ing his voice, said : 

“You have guessed who I am ? ” 

“Parbleu! said Passepartout, smiling. 

“ Then I am going to tell you everything.” 

“Yow that I already know everything! Ah, very good, 
my friend. But first let me tell you that these gentlemen 
have put themselves to useless expense.” 

“Useless! ” said Fix; “you do not know how much it is.” 

“ But I do know,” said Passepartout. “ Twenty thousand 
pounds! ” 

“Fifty-five thousand! ” replied Fix, grasping the French- 
man’s hand. 

“ What! ” cried Passepartout, “could Monsieur Fogg have 

1 a kind of wine made in Portugal, and ^ (pron. par-blu, u as in bur) French, 
so called from Oporto, the town from which formerly used as an oath; an exclamation 
it is shipped. of wonder, or of anger. 

G 


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dared — fifty-five thousand pounds! Well, 'well! All the 
more reason that I should not lose an instant,” he added, 
rising again. 

“Fifty-five thousand pounds! ” replied Fix, forcing Passe- 
partout to sit down again, “and if I succeed I get a reward 
of two thousand pounds. Will you help me, and you shall 
have five hundred ? ” 

“Help you! ” cried Passepartout in astonishment. 

“Yes, help me to detain Mr. Fogg in Hongkong fora 
few days.” 

“Why, what do you mean?” said Passepartout. “These 
gentlemen, not satisfied with having my master followed and 
doubting his honor, wish to throw obstacles in his way ? I am 
ashamed of them.” 

“ But who do you think I am?” asked Fix, looking in- 
tensely upon Passepartout. 

“Parbleu! an agent of the members of the Reform Club, 
with the mission to hinder my master’s journey. Although 
it has been some time since I guessed your business, I have 
taken good care not to tell Monsieur Fogg.” 

“ He knows nothing ? ” asked Fix, quickly. 

“ Nothing,” answered Passepartout. 

The agent passed his hand over his forehead. What ought 
he to do ? It was plain that Passepartout was speaking with 
perfect good faith, and that he was not his master’s partner 
in the crime — as Fix had suspected. 

“AVell,” he said to himself, “since he is not his accom- 
plice, he will aid me.” 

“Listen,” said he to Passepartout, suddenly, “ I am not 
what you think — that is, an agent of the members of the 
Reform Club ” 

“ Bah! ” said Passepartout. 

“ I am a London police detective.” 

“ You — a detective! ” 

“Yes, and I will prove it,” replied Fix, taking from his 


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pocketbook his commission.* Passepartout looked at him with 
astonishment. 

“ The bet,” continued Fix, is only a pretext of which you 
and his colleagues of the Reform Club are the dupes.” 

“ But why ? ” cried Passepartout. 

“ Listen. On the 28th of September a robbery of fifty-five 
thousand pounds was committed at the Bank of England by a 
person whose description was obtained. Here is the descrip- 
tion. It is feature for feature that of Mr. Fogg.” 

Humbug! ” cried Passepartout, striking the table with his 
clenched fist. “ My master is the most honest man in the 
world.” 

“ How do you know ? ” replied Fix. “You have but little 
knowledge of him. You entered his service the day of his 
departure, and he left in great haste without trunks, and 
carrying with him a large sum of bank-notes. And still you 
say he is an honest man ? ” 

“Yes, yes! ” repeated the poor fellow, mechanically. 

“ Do you wish, then, to be arrested as an accomplice ? ” 

Passepartout dropped his head in his hands. He could not 
look at the detective. He tried to force back the suspicions 
which were getting hold of his mind. How could he believe 
that his master was guilty ? 

“ Well, what do you want of me ? ” said he at length to the 
detective. 

“ See here,” replied Fix, “ I have tracked Mr. Fogg to this 
point, but I have not yet received the warrant which I asked 
to be sent to me from London. You must help me to keep 
him in Hongkong.” 

“I! That I ” 

“ And I will share the reward with you.” 

“Never!” replied Passepartout. “Monsieur Fix, even if 
everything you have told me be true — if my master is the 
robber whom you seek — which I deny — I am in his service — 

1 paper giving him authority to act as detective. 


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I have seen his kindness and goodness — betray him ? — never 
— no, not for all the gold in the world! ” 

“ You refuse ? ” 

‘‘I refuse.” 

‘‘ Well,” said Fix, “let’s take a drink.” 

“ All right,” replied the other. 

Passepartout soon felt himself under the influence of liquor, 
and Fix, desiring to separate him from his master, wanted to 
finish him. On the table were a few pipes filled with opium. 
Fix slipped one into Passepartout’s hand. Passepartout lifted 
it to his lips, lighted it, took a few puffs, and fell over on the 
table, his head stupefied by the drug. 

“ Good! ” said Fix; “ Mr. Fogg will not now be informed 
in time of the departure of the Carnatic, and if he leaves, it 
will be, at least, without this plague of a Frenchman! ” 


CHAPTEK XXIII. 

PILOT-BOAT NO. 43. 

Meanwhile Mr. Fogg was taking a walk with Mrs. Aouda 
through the English part of the town. He had to think of 
the things that were necessary for their voyage. An English- 
man might make the tour of the world with a carpet-bag in 
his hand, but a lady could not undertake such a journey under 
the same conditions. Mr. Fogg had, therefore, to buy cloth- 
ing and other articles that were required. He attended to the 
business in his usual quiet manner, and to the objections of 
the young woman, who was embarrassed by so much kindness, 
he always replied : 

“It is to the interest of my journey; it is part of my pro- 
gramme.” 

The purchase made, Mr. Fogg and the young woman re- 
turned to the hotel and dined. Then Mrs. Aouda went up to 


PILOT-BOAT NO. 43. 


85 


her room. Mr. Fogg spent the evening reading the Times 
and the Illustrated London News. 

If he had been a man to be astonished at anything it would 
have been not to see his servant at the hour for retiring. But 
believing that the Yokohama steamer was not to leave Hong- 
kong before the next morning, he did not bother himself 
about it. Next morning Passepartout did not come at Mr. 
Fogg’s ring. The gentleman contented himself with taking 
his carpet-bag, calling for Mrs. Aouda, and sending for a 
palanquin. 

It was then eight o’clock. When the palanquin arrived at 
the door of the hotel, Mrs. Aouda and Mr. Fogg got into it, 
and their baggage followed them on a wheelbarrow.’ Half an 
hour later the travelers reached the wharf, and there learned 
that the Carnatic had left the evening before. 

Mr. Fogg, who expected to find at the same time the steamer 
and his servant, had to do without both. But not a sign of 
disappointment appeared upon his face. At this moment a 
person who had been watching him closely, came up to him. 
It was the detective. Fix, who said : 

Are you not like myself, sir, one of the passengers of the 
Eangoon, which arrived yesterday? ” 

‘‘Yes, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg, coldly, “but I have not the 
honor ” 

“ Pardon me, but I thought I would find your servant 
here.” 

“ Ho you know where he is, sir,” asked the young woman 
quickly. 

“What!” replied Fix, feigning surprise, “is he not with 
you ? ” 

“No,” replied Mrs. Aouda. “He has not returned since 
yesterday. Has he embarked without us aboard the Carnatic ? ” 


1 The Chinese barrow is so constructed the wheel, and not between it and the man 
that the load, which is sometimes very who moves it. Its length is a little over 
great in weight and bulk, is carried over six feet, including shafts. 


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“Without you, madame?” exclaimed Fix. “Excuse my 
question; you expected, then, to leave by that steamer? ” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“ And I, too, madame, and I am much disappointed. The 
Carnatic, having completed her repairs, left Hongkong 
twelve hours sooner, without warning anyone, and we must 
now wait a week for another steamer.” 

Fix felt his heart jump for joy in pronouncing the words 
“ a week.” A week! Fogg detained a week at Hongkong! 
There would be time to get the warrant of arrest. It may be 
imagined, then, what a shock it was to him when he heard 
Phileas Fogg, in his calm voice, say : 

“ But there are other vessels besides the Carnatic in the 
port of Hongkong. ’ ’ 

And offering his arm to Mrs. Aouda, Mr. Fogg turned 
toward the docks in search of a vessel about to leave. Fix 
followed. But good luck seemed to forsake him, it had served 
so well up to that time. Phileas Fogg traversed the port in 
every direction for three hours, resolved, if necessary, to 
charter a vessel to take him to Yokohama; but he saw only 
vessels loading or unloading, which therefore could not sail. 
Fix began to hope again. 

But Mr. Fogg was not discouraged, and was continuing his 
search when a sailor addressed him ; 

“ Your honor is looking for a boat ? ” 

“ You have a boat ready to sail ? ” asked Mr. Fogg. 

“ Yes, your honor, a pilot-boat, No. 43, the best in the 
port.” 

“ She goes fast ? ” 

“Between eight and nine knots* an hour. Will you look 
at her ? ” 

“Yes.” 

“ Is it for an excursion ? ” 

“ No; for a voyage.” 


^ knot, a mile at sea. 


riLOT-BOAT NO. 43. 


87 


A voyage ? ” 

‘‘ You will undertake to convey me to Yokohama? ” 

The sailor’s eyes opened wide with astonishment, 

“ Your honor is joking ? ” he said. 

“No; I have missed the Carnatic, and must be at Yoko- 
hama on the 14th at the latest, to take the steamer for San 
Francisco.” 

“ I regret it,” replied the pilot, “ but it is impossible.” 

“ I offer you one hundred pounds per day, and a reward of 
two hundred pounds if I arrive in time.” 

“ You are in earnest ? ” asked the pilot. 

“Very much in earnest,” replied Mr. Fogg. 

The pilot withdrew to one side. He looked at the sea, evi- 
dently struggling between the desire to gain the enormous sum 
and the fear of venturing so far. Fix was in great suspense. 
Mr. Fogg asked Mrs. Aouda whether she would be afraid. 

“ With you — no, Mr. Fogg,” replied the young woman. 

The pilot now approached Mr. Fogg again. 

“ Well, pilot ? ” said Mr. Fogg. 

“ Well, your honor,” replied the pilot, “ I can risk neither 
my men, nor myself, nor yourself in so long a voyage at this 
time of the year on a boat of scarcely twenty tons. Besides, 
we would not arrive in time, for it is sixteen hundred and fifty 
miles from Hongkong to Yokohama.” 

“ Only sixteen hundred,” said Mr. Fogg. 

“ It is the same thing. But,” added the pilot, “ there may 
perhaps be a way to arrange it otherwise.” 

“ How ? ” asked Phileas Fogg. 

“ By going to Nagasaki, in the extreme south of Japan, 
eleven hundred miles from here, or only to Shanghai,' eight 
hundred miles.” 

“ Pilot,” replied Phileas Fogg, “ I must take the American 
mail steamer at Yokohama, and not at Shanghai or Nagasaki.” 

“ Why not? ” said the pilot. “ The San Francisco steamer 

1 {pron. shang-hl) town of China. 


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does not start from Yokohama. It calls there and at Nagasaki, 
but it starts from Shanghai.” 

‘‘You are certain ? ” 

“ Certain.” 

“ And when does the steamer leave Shanghai ? ” 

“ On the 11th, at seven o’clock in the evening. We have 
four days before us, that is ninety-six hours, and in that time, 
with an average of eight knots an hour, if we have good luck, 
and favorable winds and a calm sea, we can make the eight 
hundred miles which separate us from Shanghai.” 

“And you can start ” 

“In an hour, time enough to take in provisions and hoist 
sail.” 

“ It is a bargain. You are the master of the boat ? ” 

“Yes, John Bunsby, master of the Tankadere.” 

“Here are two hundred pounds on account. Sir,” added 
Mr. Fogg to Fix, “ if you wish to take advantage ” 

“ Sir,” said Fix, “ I was going to ask this favor of you.” 

“ Well, in half an hour we shall be on board.” 

“ But poor Passepartout ? ” said Mrs. Aouda, who was much 
worried over his disappearance. 

“ I shall do all I can to find him,” replied Phileas Fogg. 

And while Fix, nervous and angry, repaired to the pilot- 
boat, the two others went to the police-station at Hongkong. 
There Phileas Fogg gave Passepartout’s description, and left 
money to pay the expense of searching for him. The same 
thing was done at the French consul’s office. They then re- 
turned to the pier. 

It was now three o’clock. Pilot-boat, No. 43, her crev/ on 
board, and her provisions stowed away, was ready to set sail. 
She was a charming little schooner of twenty tons, with a 
sharp cut- water, and shape as graceful as a racing yacht. Her 
shining copper sheathing, her galvanized iron work, her deck 
white as ivory, showed that Master John Bunsby knew how 
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vessel, aiKi in fact she had won several prizes in pilot-boat 
matches. 

The crew of the Tankadere was composed of the master, 
John Bunsby, and four meu, hardy sailors, and thoroughly 
acquainted with the Chinese seas. 

Phileas Fogg and Mrs. Aouda went on board. Fix was 
already there. They descended into a square cabin, in the 
middle of which there was a table lighted by a swinging lamp. 
The place was small but neat. 

‘‘I regret having nothing better to offer you,” said Mr. 
Fogg to Fix, who bowed without replying. 

“ Surely he is a very polite rogue,” thought the detective; 
“but he is a rogue! ” 

At ten minutes after three the sails were hoisted. The Eng- 
lish flag was flying at the gaff ^ of the schooner. The pas- 
sengers were seated on deck. Mr. Fogg and Mrs. Aouda cast 
a look at the wharf, in hopes of seeing Passepartout, but the 
Frenchman did not appear. 

At length Master John Bunsby gave the order to start, and 
the Tankadere skimmed out upon the sea. 

CHAPTEK XXIV. 

IN A TYPHOON. 

This voyage of eight hundred miles, in a craft of twenty 
tons, and in that time of the year was a dangerous venture. 
The Chinese seas are generally rough, exposed to severe gales, 
especially during the equinoxes,^ and it was now the beginning 
of November. But John Bunsby had faith in the Tankadere, 
which rode the waves like a seagull. During the evening the 
vessel sailed through the channels of Hongkong, and in all 
her movements she behaved handsomely. 

1 a spar or pole for extending the upper The equinoxes are about the 2l8t March 

edge of a fore-and-aft sail. and 23d September, when the days and 

2 equinox, a word meaning equal night, nights are almost of equal length. 


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do not need, pilot,” said Mr. Fogg, the morAent they 
touched open sea, ‘‘ to ask you to make all possible speed.” 

“ Your honor may depend upon me,” replied John Bunsby. 
“ In the matter of sails, we are carrying all that the wind will 
allow us.” 

‘‘ It is your trade, not mine, pilot, and I trust to you.” 

Night set in. The moon was entering her first quarter, and 
her scanty light was soon extinguished in the haze of the 
horizon. Clouds were rising from the east, and already cov- 
ered a portion of the heavens. The pilot had put his lights in 
position — an indispensable precaution in those seas so much 
frequented by vessels bound landward. Collisions often hap- 
pened, and at the rate the schooner was going she would be 
shattered by the least shock. 

Toward ten o’clock the breeze began to freshen. It might 
have been prudent to take in a reef,^ but the pilot, having 
carefully examined the state of th6 heavens, left the rigging 
as it was. The Tankadere carried her sail admirably, and 
everything was prepared for rapid speed in case of a gale. 

Next day, November 8th, at sunrise, the schooner had made 
more than a hundred miles. The log * showed that she was 
going between eight and nine knots an hour. During the day 
she kept not far from the coast, where the currents were 
favorable. Toward noon the breeze abated a little and set 
in from the southeast. The pilot put up his poles; but at 
the end of two hours took them down again, as the wind 
freshened up. 

In the meantime they were moving on rapidly. John 
Bunsby had high hopes. He said to Mr. Fogg several times 
that they would arrive at Shanghai on time. Mr. Fogg simply 
replied that he counted on it. The whole crew went to work 
in earnest, stimulated by the reward they were to get. In the 

1 a portion of a sail which is folded or 2 an instrument or apparatus for measur- 
rolled up to contract the sail when the wind ing the speed at which a ship is going at 
begins to blow very hard. This is called sea; also a book in which a record of a 
taking in a reef. ship’s progress is kept. 


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evening the pilot marked on the log a distance of two hundred 
and twenty miles from Hongkong. 

During the night the Tankadere entered without difficulty 
the Strait of Fo Kien/ which separates the large island of 
Formosa from the Chinese coast, and crossed the Tropic of 
Cancer. The sea was very rough in this strait, full of eddies 
formed by counter-currents,’* and the short, chopping waves 
broke her course. 

With daybreak the wind became fresher. There was the 
appearance of a squall in the heavens. The sea was seen rising 
toward the southeast in long swells betokening a tempest. 
The pilot examined the threatening aspect of the sky for a 
long time. Then he said to Mr'. Fogg, who happened to be 
near him : 

“ May I speak freely to your honor ? ” 

“You may,” replied Phileas Fogg. 

“ Well, we are going to have a squall.” 

“ Will it come from the north or the south ? ” 

“ From the south. See. A typhoon® is coming up.” 

“ Good for the typhoon from the south, since it will send us 
in the right direction,’” replied Mr. Fogg. 

The pilot took his precautions in advance. He had all the 
sails reefed, and the yards brought on deck. The pole-masts ® 
were dispensed with. All hands went forward. The hatches 
were carefully fastened. Not a drop of water could then enter 
the hull of the vessel. A single triangular sail, a foresail of 
strong canvas, was hoisted as a storm jib, so as to hold the 
schooner to the wind from behind. 

John Bunsby had begged his passengers to go down into the 
cabin; but imprisonment in the narrow space, almost without 
air, was not agreeable. Neither Mr. Fogg, nor Mrs. Aouda, 
nor Fix would leave the deck. 

* 2 ^ 7 ’ow. fo kg-en'. and Japan, occurring between May and 

3 currents going in opposite directions. November. 

3 Typhoons are violent hurricanes or as they were going north to Shanghai, 
storms which rage on the coasts of China « masts made of a single pole. 


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Toward eight o’clock the storm of rain and wind struck 
the deck. With nothing but her little bit of sail, the Tanka- 
dere was raised like a feather by the wind, the violence of 
which could not be described in words. She was going at 
four times the speed of a railway engine rushing along under 
a full head of steam. 

During the whole day the vessel ran on thus toward the 
north, carried forward by the tremendous waves, keeping, 
fortunately, a rate of speed equal to their own. Twenty times 
she was almost submerged by these mountains of water which 
rose upon her from the rear, but a skillful turn of the helm 
by the pilot saved her. The passengers were sometimes cov- 
ered by the showers of spray. Fix cursed it, but Mrs. Aouda, 
with her eyes upon her companion, whose coolness she admired, 
showed herself worthy of him, and braved the storm at his 
side. As for Phileas Fogg, it seemed as if the typhoon formed 
a part of his programme. 

Up to this time the Tankadere had always held her course 
toward the north; but toward evening the wind, shifting 
three-quarters, blew from the northwest. The vessel now, 
having her sides to the waves, was terribly shaken. 

By night the tempest grew wilder. Seeing darkness come 
on, and the storm increase, John Bunsby felt great uneasiness. 
He thought it would be prudent to put in somewhere, and he 
consulted his crew. After talking with them he approached 
Mr. Fogg, and said to him : 

“ I believe, your honor, we would do well to make for one 
of the ports of the coast.” 

“I believe so, also,” replied Phileas Fogg. 

“ Ah! ” said the pilot, “ but which one? ” 

“I know only one,” replied Phileas Fogg, quietly. 

“ And that is ? ” 

Shanghai.” 

The pilot at first could hardly comprehend this answer, it 
showed so much obstinacy and tenacity. Then he cried: 


IN A TYPHOON. 


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“ Ah, well, yes; your honor is right. On to Shanghai! ” 

And so the direction of the Tankadere was kept north. 

The night was terrible. It was a miracle that the little 
craft did not capsize. Twice she was submerged, and every- 
thing would have been carried ofi the deck if the ropes had 
given way. 

Daylight came. The tempest was still raging with the 
greatest fury. But the wind fell again into the southeast. It 
was a favorable change, and the Tankadere pursued her way 
on the high sea, whose waves struck those produced by the 
new direction of the wind, causing shocks of counter-rolling 
waves, which would have crushed a bark less solidly built. 

From time to time through the broken mist the coast could 
be seen, but not a ship was in sight. The Tankadere was the 
only one keeping the sea. At noon there were some signs of 
a calm, which, with the sinking of the sun toward the horizon, 
became more distinct. The short duration of the tempest was 
owing to its very violence. 

The night was comparatively quiet. The pilot had the sails 
hoisted again at a low reef. The speed of the vessel was great. 
At dawn next day, the 11th, they sighted the coast, and John 
Bunsby was able to say that they were not one hundred miles 
from Shanghai. 

One hundred miles, and only this day left to make the dis- 
tance ! That very evening Mr. Fogg must arrive at Shanghai, 
else he would miss the Yokohama steamer. Only for this 
storm, by which he had lost several hours, he would now be 
but thirty miles from port. 

At noon the Tankadere was not more than forty-five miles 
from Shanghai. She had now six hours to reach that port 
before the departure of the steamer for Yokohama. All felt 
their hearts impatiently beating — Phileas Fogg doubtless 
excepted. The little schooner must keep up an average of 
nine knots an hour, and the wind still going down. 

But the vessel was so light, and her high sails caught their 


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regular breeze so well, that, with the current in their favor, 
at six o’clock John Bunsby reckoned they were not more than 
ten miles from the entrance to Shanghai river. The city 
itself is situated at a distance of at least twelve miles above 
the mouth. 

At seven o’clock they were still three miles from Shanghai. 
An angry exclamation escaped from the pilot’s lips. Was the 
reward of two hundred pounds going to slip from him ? He 
looked at Mr. Fogg, but that gentleman was cool and silent, 
though his whole fortune was at stake at this moment. 

At this moment, too, a long, black funnel, crowned with a 
wreath of smoke, appeared on the edge of the water. It was 
the American steamer going at the regular hour. John 
Bunsby pushed back the rudder desperately. 

‘‘Signal her,” said Phileas Fogg. 

A small brass cannon stood on the forward deck of the 
Tankadere. It was used to make signals in hazy weather. It 
was loaded to the muzzle; but at the moment the pilot was 
going to apply a red-hot coal to the touchhole, Mr. Fogg said : 

“ Hoist your flag.” 

The flag was hoisted at half-mast. It was a signal of dis- 
tress, and it was hoped that the American steamer, noticing 
it, would change her course for a moment to assist the little 
craft. 

“Fire! ” said Mr. Fogg. 

And the booming of the little cannon sounded through 
the air. 


CHAPTEE XXV. 

A THUNDERSTROKE EOR PASSEPARTOUT. 

The Carnatic having left Hongkong on the 6th of Novem- 
ber, at half-past six p.m., turned under full steam toward the 
Japanese shores. Next morning the men in the forward part 


A THUNDERSTROKE FOR PASSEPARTOUT. 


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of the vessel saw with surprise a passenger, with half-stupefied 
eyes and tottering steps, coming out of the second cabin and 
take a seat on deck. 

The passenger was Passepartout, and this is what had hap- 
pened to him : 

Some minutes after Fix left the opium house two waiters 
raised Passepartout, who was in a deep sleep, and laid him on 
the bed reserved for smokers. Three hours later, pursued 
even in his dreams by a fixed idea, he awoke and struggled 
against the stupefying action of the drug. The thought of 
neglected duty shook off his torpor. He left the drunkard’s 
bed, reeling, supporting himself by the wall, falling and rising, 
but always and irresistibly urged on by a sort of instinct. He 
finally went out of the smoking-house, crying in a dream, 
‘‘ the Carnatic! the Carnatic! ” 

The steamer was there at the wharf, steam up, ready to 
leave. Passepartout had only a few steps to go. He rushed 
upon the plank, crossed it, and fell unconscious on the for- 
ward deck at the moment that the Carnatic was slipping her 
moorings. Some of the sailors, being used to scenes of the 
kind, took the poor fellow down into the second cabin, and 
Passepartout wakened next morning one hundred and fifty 
miles from the Chinese coast. 

This was why Passepartout found himself in the morning 
on the deck of the Carnatic, taking full draughts of the fresh 
sea-breezes. The pure air sobered him. He began to collect 
his ideas, and at last he recalled the scenes of the day before — 
the conversation with Fix, the smoking-house, etc. 

It is plain,” said he to himself, “ that I have been drunk! 
What will Mr. Fogg say? However, I have not missed the 
steamer, and this is the important thing.” 

Then, thinking of Fix, he said to himself : 

As for him, I hope we are now rid of him, and that he 
lias not dared, after what he proposed to me, to follow us on 
the Carnatic. A police detective on the heels of my master. 


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accused of robbing the Bank of England ! Pshaw ! Mr. Fogg 
is as much a robber as I am a murderer! ” 

But ought he teil these things to his master? Would it be 
proper to inform him of the part being played by Fix. Per- 
haps it might be better to wait until his return to London, and 
then let him know that he had been followed by an agent of 
the Metropolitan police, and have a laugh at Fix. Yes, this 
might be better. In any case, it was a matter to be consid- 
ered. The most pressing thing now, however, was to rejoin 
Mr. Fogg, and beg him to pardon his inexcusable conduct. 

Passepartout then rose, and as well as he could, scrambled to 
the afterdeck of the ship. He saw no one there that resembled 
either his master or Mrs. Aouda. 

‘‘Good,” said he, “Mrs. Aouda is still abed at this hour. 
As for Mr. Fogg, he has probably found some partner at 
whist! ” 

So saying. Passepartout went down to the saloon. Mr. Fogg 
was not there. Passepartout had then but one thing to do: 
to ask the purser which cabin Mr. Fogg occupied. The purser 
replied that he did not know any passenger of that name. 

“Pardon me,” said Passepartout, “the gentleman in ques- 
tion is tall, reserved, talks little, and is accompanied by a 
young lady.” 

“We have no young lady on board,” replied the purser; 
“ here is the list of the passengers.” 

Passepartout looked over the list. His master’s name was 
not there. Then an idea struck him. 

“ Ah! but am I on the Carnatic? ” he cried. 

“Yes,” replied the purser. 

“ Going to Yokohama ? ” 

“ Exactly so.” 

Passepartout for a moment had feared that he had mistaken 
the vessel ! But though he was on the Carnatic, he was now 
sure that his master was not there. 

He dropped into a chair. It was a thunderstroke for him. 


IN YOKOHAMA. 


or 

Suddenly there was a gleam of intelligence and all came to his 
mind. He recollected that the hour of the departure of the 
Carnatic had been changed, that he was to notify his master, 
and that he had not done it! It was his fault, then, if Mr. 
Fogg and Mrs. Aouda had missed the steamer. His fault, yes; 
but still more that of the traitor who, to separate him from 
his master, to keep the latter in Hongkong, had made him 
drunk! At last he understood the detective’s game. And 
now Mr. Fogg was surely ruined, his bet lost, himself arrested 
and perhaps in prison ! Passepartout at this thought tore his 
hair. Ah! if Fix ever fell into his hands, what a settlement 
of accounts there would be ! 

But he soon became cooler, and he thought over the situa- 
tion calmly. His position was not enviable. He was on the 
road to Japan. When he reached there what was he to do? 
How was he to get away ? His pocket was empty. Hot a 
shilling, not a penny in it ! However, his passage on board 
and his meals were paid for. He had six days to make up his 
mind what to do. 

CHAPTEE XXVI. 

IN YOKOHAMA. 

At high tide on the morning of the 13 th, the Carnatic en- 
tered the port of Yokohama. 

This place is an important stopping point in the Pacific, 
where the mail steamers between Horth America, China, 
Japan, and the Malay Islands put in. It is situated on the 
bay of Yedo, at a short distance from the great city of Yedo,’ 
the second capital of the Japanese Empire, formerly the resi- 
dence of the Tycoon,"* and the rival of Kyoto, the city in which 

1 Yedo was the former name. The city is known to foreigners. For many centuries 

now called Tokyo {pron. t0-k6-0). the shoguns exercised the power of sover- 

2 (jtron. tl-koon') meaning great lord, eigns in Japan, while the mikados, the 
the title by which the shogun or com- hereditary emperors, had authority only in 
mander-in-chief of the Japanese army was ecclesiastical or religious affairs. But in 

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the Mikado, the ecclesiastical emperor and descendant of the 
gods,^ lived. 

Passepartout set foot, without any enthusiasm, on this soil 
of the Sons of the Sun. He had nothing better to do than to 
take chance for his guide, and to go at a venture through the 
streets of the city. 

He found himself at first in a part much like a European 
city, with its low-fronted houses ornamented with verandas, 
and occupying with its streets, squares, docks, and warehouses, 
the entire space between Treaty Point and the river. Here, 
as at Hongkong and Calcutta, was a swarm of people of 
all races, ready to sell or to buy everything. In this place 
the Frenchman felt himself as much a stranger as if he had 
been cast into the middle of Africa. He had, however, one 
resource, which was to make himself known to the French or 
English consul at Yokohama, but he hated to tell his story, 
so closely connected with that of his master, and so he resolved 
to exhaust all other means of getting help. And first he went 
through tlie European quarter, but nothing offering there, he 
passed into the Japanese quarter of the city, determined, if 
necessary, to push on to Yedo. 

The native portion of Yokohama is called Ben ten, from the 
name of a goddess of the sea, worshiped in the ’neighboring 
islands. There Passepartout saw splendid avenues of firs and 
cedars; the sacred gates of a strange architecture; bridges 
half hidden in the midst of bamboos and reeds; temples shel- 
tered under the immense shade of aged cedars ; retreats occu- 
pied by priests of Buddhism and followers of the religion of 
Confucius;^ streets in which were crowds of children, rose- 


1868 a revolution occurred which destroyed 
the power of the shoguns and placed the 
Mikado in full authority as emperor. The 
Mikado now resides at Tokyo, which is the 
capital. Before the revolution he resided 
at the more ancient city of Kyoto, about 200 
miles southwest of Tokyo. 


1 According to the religious belief of the 
natives, Japan is the country of the gods, 
and the Mikado is descended from one of 
their deities, the Sun goddess. 

2 a celebrated Chinese religious teacher 
and philosopher, who lived in the sixth 
century before the birth of Christ. 


IN YOKOHAMA. 


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tinted and red-clieeked, playing in the midst of short-legged 
poodles, and yellowish cats without tails. ^ 

In the streets there was a constant swarm of people, going 
and coming all the time. There were priests passing in pro- 
cession, beating their tambourines; police officers, with pointed 
hats covered with lac,’* and carrying two sabers in their belts; 
soldiers dressed in blue cotton, with white stripes, and armed 
with muskets; guards of the Mikado enveloped in silken 
doublets and hauberks,® and a number of other military men 
of all ranks — for in Japan the profession of a soldier is as 
much esteemed as it is despised in China. There were also 
begging friars,'* pilgrims in long robes, simple civilians, with 
their jet-black hair, large heads, long busts, slender legs, short 
stature, and complexions varying from dark shades of copper 
color to dead white, but never yellow like the Chinese, from 
whom the Japanese differ very much. Then there were car- 
riages of various kinds — palanquins and curtained wheelbar- 
rows, and bamboo litters, and moving about amongst them 
were women, not very handsome, with tightly drawn eyes, and 
teeth blackened according to the fashion of the time, taking 
short steps with their little feet, on which they wore canvas 
shoes, straw sandals, or clogs of worked wood, also wearing 
the national garment, the “ kirimon,” a sort of dressing-gown 
crossed with a silk scarf, fastened behind in an extravagant 
knot. ^ 

Passepartout walked for some hours in the midst of this 
crowd, looking at the rich and curious shops; the bazaars, 
with all the display of Japanese jewelry; the restaurants, 
adorned with streamers and banners; the tea- Jlses, where the 
warm, fragrant tea is drunk with saki — a liquor extracted 

* The Japanese cats are not quite without exudes this substance from its own body, 
tails, but their tails are very short, generally From lac is obtained various kinds of var- 
uot more than three inches. nish and dyeing material. 

2 a resinous substance produced mainly ^ shirts of mail formed of steel rings 
on the banyan tree by an insect, the Coccus interwoven. 

Lacca. which fixes itself on the bark, and < brothers or members of religious orders. 


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from fermented rice — and the comfortable smoking-houses, 
where very fine tobacco is smoked, and not opium, the use of 
which is almost unknown in Japan. 

Then Passepartout passed on until he found himself in the 
open country, in the midst of immense rice fields. There he 
saw dazzling camellias, not upon shrubs but upon trees; and 
in bamboo enclosures there were cherry, plum, and apple 
trees, which the natives cultivate rather for their blossoms 
than for their fruit, and which grinning scarecrows protected 
from the birds. There was not a stately cedar which did not 
shelter a large eagle ; not a weeping- willow which did not cover 
with its foliage a heron, perched with grave air on one foot; 
i bn all sides there were crows, ducks, hawks, wild geese, and 
mbers of those cranes which the Japanese treat as ‘‘ lords,” 
1 are to them the symbols of long life and good fortune, 
i^assepartout had breakfasted heartily before he left the 
^arnatic; but after walking around all day he began to feel 
very hungry. He had noticed neither mutton nor pork at the 
stalls of the native butchers, and as he knew that it is a sacri- 
lege in the country to kill oxen, which are kept only for agri- 
cultural purposes, he concluded that meat was scarce in Japan. 
He was not mistaken; but instead of butcher’s meat, he would 
have been well satisfied with deer or wild boar, some partridges 
or quails, or poultry or fish, on which, with rice, the Japanese 
live almost entirely. But he had to keep a brave heart against 
ill luck, and trust to being able next day to find means of 
providing himself with food. 

Night came on, and he returned to the native quarter of the 
town, where he wandered about the streets in the midst of 
the many-colored lanterns, looking at the groups of dancers 
executing their feats of agility, and the astrologers' in the 
open air gathering the crowd around their telescopes. But 
soon the streets began to empty and the patrolman appeared. 

1 persons who pretend to he able to foretell events by examining the appearance of the 
stars. 


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101 


These officers, in their magnificent costumes and in the midst 
of their suite, resembled ambassadors, and every time a com- 
pany of them passed him. Passepartout said to himself: 

‘‘Good, good! Another Japanese embassy starting for 
Europe! ” ^ 


CHAPTEK XXVII. 

THE HUMAN PYRAMID. 

The next day “ Passepartout, tired out and hungry, said to 
himself that he must have something to eat at any cost, and 
the sooner the better. He had one resource, and that was to 
sell his watch, but he would rather die of hunger than do this. 
Then at last the thought occurred to him that now was the 
time to make use of the strong, if not sweet voice with which 
nature had endowed him. 

He knew a few French and English airs, and he determined 
to try them. The Japanese, he was sure, were lovers of music, 
as everything with them was done to the sound of the cymbal, 
tam-tam, or drum, and they could not but appreciate European 
talent. 

As it was then, however, too early in the morning to begin 
a concert, he resolved to wait a few hours. While he was 
sauntering along it occurred to him that with the clothes 
he had on he would look too well dressed for a wandering 
artist, and the idea struck him to exchange his suit for one 
more in keeping with his plan. Moreover, the exchange would 
perhaps, besides, bring him some money to get food, which he 
so much needed. 

It was only after a long search that he found a native 
clothes-dealer, to whom he told what he wanted. The 

^ In 1871 an embassy from Japan — repre- * The author does not tell us whether 
sentatives of the Japanese government— Passepartout had any sleep during the 
visited Europe. They dressed in magnifi- night, so we are left to suppose that he 
cent costumes, and presented an attractive either walked the streets till morning, or 
“ sight ” wherever they appeared. lay down for rest in the open air. 


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European garments pleased the man, and soon Passepartout 
came out of the store dressed in an old Japanese robe, and on 
his head a sort of one-sided turban. In addition, a few small 
pieces of money jingled in his pockets. His first care, being 
thus ‘‘ Japanesed,” was to enter a tea-house of modest appear- 
ance, and there he breakfasted upon the remains of a fowl 
and a few handfuls of rice. 

^‘How,” he said to himself, when he had eaten heartily, 
“ I must take care and not lose my head. I cannot sell this 
dress for one still more Japanese. I must then think of how 
to get away as quickly as possible from this land of the Sun, 
of which I will retain not a very pleasant remembrance.” 

He then thought of visiting the steamers about to sail for 
America, and offering himself as cook or servant, asking only 
his passage and meals in payment for his services. With this 
idea in his mind, he started for the quay of Yokohama, but as 
he approached the docks his plan seemed not so easy as he had 
thought. Why should they need a cook or servant aboard an 
American steamer, and what confidence would they have in 
him ? What references could he give ? * 

As he was thus refiecting, his eyes fell upon an immense 
placard which a man was carrying through the streets. It 
was printed in English, and this was what it contained : 

ACEOBATIO JAPANESE TEOUPE 

OF THE 

HONOEABLE WILLIAM BATULOAE. 

LAST EEPEESENTATIONS 
BEFOEE THEIE DEPAETHEE FOE THE 
UNITED STATES OF AMEEICA 

OF THE 

LONO NOSES! LONG NOSES! 

UNDEE THE DIEECT PEOTECTION OF THE 
GOD TINGOU. 

GEE AT ATTEACTION! 


THE HUMAN PYRAMID. 


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“The United States of America,” cried Passepartout, 
“that’s just what I want!” 

He followed the man, who went on towards the Japanese 
quarter. Fifteen minutes later he stopped before a large 
house surrounded by clusters of streamers, the walls of which 
represented, in strong colors, a whole company of jugglers.^ 

It was the establishment of the Honorable William Batulcar, 
a sort of American Barnum,® director of a troupe of mounte- 
banks, jugglers, acrobats, etc., which, according to the pla- 
card, was giving its last performance before leaving the 
Empire of the Sun for the United States. 

Passepartout entered the place and asked for Mr. Batulcar, 
who immediately appeared. 

“ What do you wish ? ” he said. 

“Do you need a servant ? ” asked Passepartout. 

“A servant!” cried the Barnum, stroking his beard. “I 
have two of them, obedient and faithful, and they serve me 
for nothing, on condition that I feed them. Here they are,” 
he added, showing his two strong arms, with veins as large as 
the string of a bass viol. 

“ So then I can be of no use to you ? ” 

“Hone.” 

“ What a pity! It would suit me to go with you! ” 

“ Ah! ” said the showman, “ you are as much a Japanese as 
I am a monkey ! Why are you dressed in this way ? You 
are a Frenchman ? ” 

“Yes, a Parisian from Paris.” 

“ Then you ought to know how to make grimaces, and so 
if I do not take you as a servant I can take you as a clown. 
You are strong, are you not ? ” 

“ Particularly when I have had enough to eat.” 

“ And you know how to sing? ” 

“Yes.” 

“But do you know how to sing standing on your head, with 

* those who practice tricks by sleight of hand. 2 a famous American showman. 


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a top spinning on the sole of your left foot, and a saber bal- 
anced on the sole of your right ? ” 

Parbleu! ” replied Passepartout, who recalled the exercises 
of his youth. ‘‘ I think I can.” ^ 

“ Then all is right,” said the Honorable Batulcar. 

The engagement was concluded on the spot. 

At last Passepartout had found employment. He was 
engaged to perform in the celebrated Japanese troupe. It 
was not the most respectable sort of business, but within a week 
he would be on his way to San Francisco. 

The performance was to commence at three o’clock, and 
soon drums and tam-tams began to sound at the door. Passe- 
partout had not time to study a part, but he was to give the 
support of his strong shoulders in the grand feat of the 
Human Pyramid, executed by the Long Hoses of the god 
Tingou. With this great attraction the performance was to 
close. 

Before three o’clock the spectators had crowded the large 
building. Europeans and natives rushed upon the narrow 
benches and into the boxes opposite the stage. The musicians 
entered, and the full orchestra began with their gongs, tam- 
tams, bones, flutes and drums. 

The performance was much like what all acrobatic exhibi- 
tions are, but it must be allowed that the Japanese are the 
best equilibrists’* in the world. One, with his fan. and small 
bits of paper, executed the graceful tricks of the butterflies 
and flowers. A second, with the smoke of his pipe, traced in 
the air a series of bluish words, which formed a compliment 
addressed to the audience. Another juggled with lighted 
candles, which he blew out, one by one, as they passed before 
his lips, and which he lighted again, without interrupting for 
a single moment his wonderful jugglery. Another produced, 
by means of spinning tops, the most improbable combinations. 

1 having been formerly a circus rider. rious unnatural positions, as rope-dancers, 

2 those who balance their bodies in va- tumblers, etc. 


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105 


Under his hand these humming machines seemed to be gifted 
with a life of their own in their endless whirling; they ran 
over pipe-stems, over the edges of sabers, over wires as thin as 
a hair, stretched from one side of the stage to the other; they 
went round on the edges of large glass vases; they went up 
and down bamboo ladders; the jugglers tossed them up, and 
they turned in the air; they threw them like shuttlecocks^ 
with wooden battledores,^ and they kept on turning; they 
thrust them into their pockets, and when they brought them 
out they were still spinning — until the moment when a relaxed 
spring made them bud into a Chinese tree ! 

But the principal attraction of the performance was the 
exhibition of the Long Noses, a special company under the 
direct patronage of the god Tingou. Dressed like heroes of 
the Middle Ages,® they bore a splendid pair of wings on their 
shoulders. But what distinguished them more particularly 
was the long nose with which the face of each was ornamented, 
and, above all, the use they made of them. These noses were 
formed of bamboos, and were five, six, and as much as ten 
feet long. Some were straight, others curved ; some smooth, 
and some with warts upon them. It was on the noses that 
all their balancing feats were performed. A dozen of these 
sectaries of the god Tingou lay upon their backs, and their 
comrades came, dressed like lightning-rods, to make sport on 
their noses, jumping, leaping ^rom one to the other, executing 
the most incredible somersaults. 

The performance was to close with the Human Pyramid, 
in which fifty Long Noses were to represent the car of Jugger- 
naut. But instead of forming the pyramid by standing upon 
one another’s shoulders the artists were to make it with their 
noses. Now, one of them who usually formed the base of 
the car had left the troupe, and, as all that was necessary 


^ corks stuck with feathers, which are ^ The period from the eighth to the 
being struck in play by battledores. middle of the fifteenth century of the Chris- 

2 rackets. . tian era is so called. 


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was to be strong and active. Passepartout was chosen for the 
part. 

The good fellow, therefore, went upon the stage and took his 
place with those who were to form the base of the car. All of 
them stretched themselves on the floor, their noses turned 
towards the ceiling. A second group placed themselves upon 
these noses, a third formed above, then a fourth, and on these 
noses, which only touched at the point, a human monument 
soon rose to the height of the cornice of the theater. The 
spectators applauded loudly, the instruments in the orchestra 
struck up like thunder, when suddenly the pyramid shook, 
the balance was broken, one of the noses of the base was miss- 
ing, and the monument fell like a house of cards. 

It was Passepartout’s fault. Leaving his post, clearing the 
footlights without the aid of his wings, and climbing up to 
the right-hand gallery, he fell at the feet of one of the spec- 
tators, crying: 

‘‘Ah! my master! my master! ” 

“You here?” 

“Myself.” 

“ Well then, to the steamer, young man.” 

Mr. Pogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Passepartout hastened through 
the lobbies to the outside of the building, but there they found 
the Honorable Batulcar, furious, claiming damages for the 
“breakage.” Phileas Fogg quieted him by throwing him a 
handful of bank-notes. 

At half -past six o’clock, the exact time for departure, Mr. 
Fogg and Mrs. Aouda set foot on the American steamer, fol- 
lowed by Passepartout, with his wings still on his back, and 
on his face the nose six feet long, which he had not yet been 
able to tear off ! 


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CHAPTER XXVIII. 

ACROSS THE PACIFIC. 

What had happened in sight of Shanghai is easily under- 
stood. The signals made by the Tankadere had been observed 
by the Yokohama steamer, and the captain had turned his 
vessel toward the little schooner. A few minutes after Phileas 
Fogg handed to John Bunsby five hundred and fifty pounds.^ 

Then with Mrs. Aouda and Fix he ascended to the deck of 
the steamer, which at once resumed its course for Nagasaki 
and Yokohama. 

Reaching Yokohama on the morning of the 14th of Novem- 
ber, Phileas Fogg, letting Fix go about his business, went 
immediately aboard the Carnatic, and there he learned that 
Passepartout had arrived the day before. 

Having to start the same evening for San Francisco, he set 
out without delay to search for his servant. He inquired in 
vain of the French and the English consul, and after uselessly 
looking through the streets of Yokohama, he had given up all 
hope of ever finding Passepartout again, when chance led him 
to the theater of the Honorable Mr. Batulcar. He would cer- 
tainly not have recognized his servant under his strange dress; 
but the latter, lying on his back, caught sight of his master 
in the gallery. 

Passepartout learned all this from Mrs. Aouda, who also told 
him of the voyage from Hongkong to Yokohama on the Tanka- 
dere in company with a Mr. Fix. 

At the name of Fix, Passepartout did not change counte- 
nance. He thought the time had not yet come to inform his 
master of what had passed between the detective and himself. 


> Apparently Mr. Fogg gave the pilot the four days’ voyage, would be £600, 
£150 more than he had promised, which whereas he gave £200 before starting and 
was £100 a day and £200 reward. This, for £550, as mentioned here. 


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BOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


In the story which he told of his adventures, he merely said 
•that he had been overcome by opium in a smoking-house in 
Hongkong. 

Mr. Fogg listened coldly without saying anything; then he 
furnished his servant with means to procure more suitable 
clothes on board. 

The steamer going from Yokohama to San Francisco be- 
longed to the Pacific Mail Steamship Company, and was 
named the General Grant. She was a large side-wheel steamer 
of two thousand five hundred tons, well equipped and of 
great speed. By making twelve miles an hour she would need 
only twenty-one days to cross the Pacific. Phileas Fogg, then, 
had good reason for believing that he would reach San Fran- 
cisco on the 2d of December, which would enable him to be 
in Yew York on the 11th, and in London on the 20th, thus 
gaining some hours on the fatal date of December 21st. 

Nothing of importance occurred on the voyage. The steamer, 
borne up on its huge wheels, rolled but little, and the Pacific 
Ocean sufficiently justified its name.^ 

Nine days after leaving Yokohama, Phileas Fogg had trav- 
ersed exactly half the earth. On the 23d of November the 
General Grant passed the one hundred and eightieth meridian. 
Of the eighty days fifty-two were now spent and only twenty- 
eight remained. But though Mr. Fogg was only half way 
round, counting by meridians, he had in reality got over more 
than two-thirds of the entire course. He had been obliged, 
as we have seen, to make a long detour from London to Aden, 
from Aden to Bombay, from Bombay to Calcutta, from Cal- 
cutta to Singapore, and from Singapore to Yokohama. Could 
he have followed the fiftieth parallel of latitude, which is about 
that of London, the whole distance would have been but about 
twelve thousand miles, whereas he was compelled to take a 
route the length of which was over twenty-six thousand miles. 


1 Pacific meaning peaceful, that ocean tors, who supposed it to be free from tern- 
having been so named by the early naviga- pests. 


ACKOSS THE PACIFIC. 


109 


of which he had already made about seventeen thousand five 
hundred, at this date, the 23d of November.^ 

It happened also that on this day Passepartout made quite 
a joyful discovery. It will be remembered that he had insisted 
on keeping his famous family watch at London time, regard- 
ing as incorrect the time of the various countries through 
which he passed. Now on this day, although he had not 
changed his watch, it agreed with the ship’s chronometers. 
Great was the triumph of Passepartout. He would have liked 
to know what Fix would say if he were present. 

“The rogue told me a lot of foolish stories about meridians, 
and about the sun!” said Passepartout. “Pshaw! if people 
listened to such talk, they would have nice clocks and watches ! 
I was sure that one day or another the sun would regulate 
itself by my watch! ” 

But Passepartout did not know that if the face of his watch 
had been divided into twenty-four hours like the Italian clocks, 
he would have no reason for triumph, for then the hands of 
his watch, instead of showing nine o’clock in the morning, as 
they did on the vessel, would show nine in the evening, that 
is, the twenty-first hour after midnight — exactly the differ- 
ence ’ between London time and the time at the one hundred 
and eightieth meridian. 

But where was Fix at this moment ? 

He was actually on board the General Grant. 

On arriving at Yokohama the detective had immediately 
gone to the English consul’s. There he found the warrant of 
arrest, which had been sent to him from Hongkong on the 

1 The circumference of the earth on the to go round the world on the 50th parallel, 
line of the equator is nearly 25,000 miles ; though there would be fewer miles to go, 
but the circumference further north or it would have taken far more time ; for 
south, on lines parallel to the equator, is, he would have to cross Russia and Si- 
of course, less and less the greater the dis- beria, without railroads to travel by, and he 
tance north and south. The circumference would come to the Pacific Ocean at a place 
on the 50th parallel is nearly 16,000 miles, where there would be no ships to carry him 
and therefore the distance on that parallel further. 

would be greater than that mentioned in ^ twelve hours, the place being one-half 
the text. But if Mr. Fogg had attempted round t^ earth from London. 


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BOUND THE WOKLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


very Carnatic on board of which he was supposed to be. His 
disappointment may be imagined. The warrant was now use- 
less, as Mr. Fogg was no longer on English territory. 

“Well, no matter!” said Fix to himself, after the first 
moment of anger. “ My warrant will be good in England, 
where this rogue is now going, thinking he has thrown the 
police off their guard. But I shall follow him there.” 

He then went on board the General Grant, and was there 
when Mr. Fogg and Mrs. Aouda arrived. He was greatly sur- 
prised on seeing Passepartout, whom he recognized notwith- 
standing his strange dress. To avoid having to give an ex- 
planation he concealed himself in his cabin, and he hoped, as 
there were many passengers, that he might remain unnoticed. 

But this very day he unexpectedly found himself face to 
face with his enemy on the forward deck. Passepartout rushed 
upon the detective at once, and, seizing him by the throat, ad- 
ministered to him a volley of blows much to the amusement of 
a crowd of Americans who were standing around. When he 
was done he was calmer and seemed quite satisfied. Fix rose 
in a pretty bad condition, and, looking at his enemy, he said : 

“Are you done? ” 

“Yes, for the present.” 

“ Then I want a word with you.” 

‘‘But I ” 

“ In your master’s interest.” 

Passepartout followed the detective, and they both sat down 
in the forward part of the steamer. 

“You have thrashed me,” said Fix. “Good; I expected 
it. How listen to me. Hitherto I have been against Mr. 
Fogg, but now I am with him.” 

“At last! ” cried Passepartout; “you believe him to be an 
honest man ? ” 

“Ho,” replied Fix, coldly. “ I believe him to be a rogue. 
Sh! Don’t stir, and let me talk. As long as Mr. Fogg was 
on English territory, I had an interest in retaining him, for 


ME. FOGG SEES AN ELECTION. 


Ill 


I wanted time to get the warrant of arrest; but now he seems 
to be returning to England. I shall follow him there. And 
henceforth it shall be my aim to clear the obstacles from his 
path as zealously and carefully as before I took pains to put 
them in his way. As for you, your interest is the same as 
mine, for only in England can you know whether you are in 
the service of an honest man or a criminal. Are we friends ? ” 

“Friends, no,” replied Passepartout; “allies, yes; and on 
this condition that on the least sign of treachery I shall twist 
your neck.” 

“Agreed,” said the detective quietly. 

Eleven days after, on the 3d of December, the General 
Grant entered the Golden Gate,* and arrived at San Francisco. 

Mr. Fogg had neither lost nor gained a day. 

CHAPTER XXIX. 

MR. FOGG SEES AN ELECTION. 

It was seven o’clock in the morning when Phileas Fogg, 
Mrs. Aouda, and Passepartout set foot on the American con- 
tinent, if this name can be given to the floating wharf on 
which they landed. These wharves, rising and falling with 
the tide, facilitate the loading and unloading of vessels. 

Mr. Fogg, as soon as he got ashore, went to find out at what 
hour the first train left for New York. He learned that it 
would be at six o’clock in the evening. He had, then, a whole 
day to spend in the Californian capital. He took a carriage, 
and Mrs. Aouda and himself entered. Passepartout mounted 
the box, and they started for the International Hotel. 

From the position that he occupied. Passepartout observed 
with curiosity the broad streets; low, evenly arranged houses; 
the Gothic churches ; the magnificent warehouses, some of 

1 the strait, about five miles long and a mile wide, which runs from the Pacific Ocean to 
the Bay of San Francisco. 


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BOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


wood and some of brick; the numerous vehicles in the streets; 
and on the crowded sidewalks not only Americans and Eu- 
ropeans, but Chinese and Indians. 

San Erancisco presented the appearance of a large com- 
mercial city. The high tower of the City Hall overlooked all 
these streets and avenues, crossing each other at right angles, 
between which were green squares; then the Chinese quarter, 
which seemed to have been imported from the Celestial Empire 
in a toy-box. Some of the streets were lined with splendid 
stores, and in the windows were shown products from all parts 
of the world. 

On reaching the hotel they had breakfast, after which 
Phileas Fogg, accompanied by Mrs. Aouda, left to go to the 
office of the English consul to have his passport vised. At the 
door he met his servant, who asked him if it would not be well, 
before starting on the railroad, to buy a few dozen Enfield 
rifies or Colt’s revolvers. Passepartout had heard a good deal 
about trains being attacked by the Sioux and Pawnee Indians. 
Mr. Eogg replied that it was a useless precaution, but he left 
him free to act as he thought best, then he went on his way to 
the consul’s office. 

He had not gone more than a few yards when, ‘‘by the 
greatest accident,” he met Fix, who pretended much surprised. 
How! Had Mr. Eogg and he crossed the Pacific together and 
not met on board ! However, he felt honored at seeing again 
the gentleman to whom he owed so much; and, as his business 
called him to Europe, he would be delighted to continue his 
journey in such agreeable company. 

Mr. Fogg replied that the honor would be his, and Fix — 
who resolved not to lose sight of him — asked his permission 
to join them in taking a look through the city, a request which 
was at once granted. 

Mrs. Aouda, Phileas Eogg, and Fix soon found themselves in 
Montgomery Street,^ where the number of people was enor- 

1 the principal street of San Francisco— as Broadway of New York. 


MR. FOGG SEES AN ELECTION. 


113 


mous. On the sidewalks, in the middle of the street, on the 
steps of the stores, at the windows of the houses, and even 
upon the roofs, there were crowds. Men were carrying large 
placards around, banners and streamers floated in the air, and 
shouts were heard in every direction. 

“ Hurrah for Camerfleld! ” 

‘‘ Hurrah for Mandiboy ! ” 

It was a political meeting. At least so Fix thought. And 
in order to see, without being caught in the crowd, they se- 
cured a place on the top of a flight of steps at the upper end 
of Montgomery Street. In front of them, on the other side 
of the street, there was a large platform in the open air, 
towards which the press of the crowd seemed to he tending. 

At this moment there was some sudden commotion in the 
immense mass. Every hand was thrown in the air. Some, 
tightly closed, seemed to rise and fall rapidly in the midst of 
the cries. The crowd fell back. The flags wavered, disap- 
peared for an instant, and reappeared in tatters. The surging 
of the crowd extended to the steps. 

Mrs. Aouda, leaning on Phileas Fogg’s arm, looked with 
surprise at this noisy scene, and Fix was going to ask one of 
his neighbors what it was about, when suddenly a more violent 
movement broke out, and the crowd swept over on to the 
lower steps. One of the parties had evidently been repulsed, 
without the spectators knowing whether the advantage was 
with Mandiboy or Camerfleld. 

‘‘ I believe we ought to retire,” said Fix, who did not want 
his man ” to get hurt or mixed up in a bad business. 

But just at that moment, behind them on the terrace above 
the stairs, rose wild shouts of: “ Hip, hip, hurrah for Mandi- 
boy! ” 

It was a party of voters coming to the rescue, flanking ' the 
Camerfleld party. Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Fix found 
themselves between two flres. It was too late to escape. 


8 


* attacking the side of. 


114 ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS'. 

Phileas Pogg and Fix, in protecting the young woman, were 
jostled about. A big, rough fellow, who seemed to be the 
chief of the band, raised his fist to strike Mr. Fogg, and he 
would have seriously injured that gentleman if Fix had not 
thrown himself in the way and received the blow in his stead. 

“ Yankee!” said Mr. Fogg, casting at his assailant a look of 
deep scorn. 

‘‘ Englishman ! ” replied the other. “ We will meet again.” 

‘‘ When you please.” 

“ Your name ? ” 

‘‘ Phileas Fogg. And yours ? ” 

“ Colonel Stamp Proctor.” 

Then the crowd passed on, and Mr. Fogg and Mrs. Aouda 
accompanied by Fix returned to the hotel. ^ 

Passepartout was waiting for his master, armed with a half 
dozen six-barreled, breech-loading revolvers. When he saw 
Fix his brow darkened. Mrs. Aouda, however, having told 
him in a few words what had happened. Passepartout became 
calm. Fix was apparently keeping his word. 

Dinner over, a coach drove up to take the passengers and 
their baggage to the station, which they reached at a quarter 
before six. They found the train ready to start and imme- 
diately entered a car. At the moment that Mr. Fogg was 
going to get in he called a porter and asked him : 

“ Was there not some disturbance in San Francisco to-day ? ” 

“It was an election, sir,” replied the porter. 

“ The election of a general-in-chief, doubtless ? ” asked Mr. 
Fogg. 

“ No, sir, a justice of the peace.” 

Upon this reply Phileas Fogg jumped aboard the car, and 
the train started at full speed. 


1 The author does not say whether Mr. the consul’s office, but doubtless the gentle- 
Fogg carried out his intention of going to man did not fail to do so. 


STOPPED BY BUFFALOES. 


115 


CHAPTER XXX. 


STOPPED BY BUFFALOES. 


“ Ocean to ocean ” — so say tlie Americans, and these three 
words ought to be the general name of the “grand trunk 
line ” which crosses the entire breadth of the United States. 
But, in reality, the Pacific Railroad is divided into two distinct 
parts : the Central Pacific from San Francisco to Ogden, and 
the Union Pacific from Ogden to Omaha. At that point five 
distinct lines meet, which place Omaha in frequent communi- 
cation with New York. 

San Francisco and New York are therefore united by an 
unbroken metal ribbon, measuring not less than three thou- 
sand seven hundred and eighty-six miles. Between Omaha 
and the Pacific the railroad traverses a country still fre- 
quented by Indians and wild animals — a vast extent of terri- 
tory which the Mormons ^ commenced to colonize about 1845, 
after they were driven out of Illinois.- 

Formerly, under the most favorable circumstances, it took 
six months to go from New York to San Francisco. The 
journey can now be made in seven days.^ 

The travelers left Oakland Station ^ at six o’clock. It was 
already night, cold and dreary, with a sky threatening snow, 
and soon after snow began to fall. Through the windows 
nothing was seen but an immense white sheet, against which 
the clouds of steam from the locomotive looked grayish. 


1 also called Latter Day Saints, a religious 
sect founded at Manchester, N. Y., in 1830, 
by Joseph Smith, who claimed to have 
the power of working miracles, and who 
declared that he had received from an angel 
an addition or supplement to the Bible, 
which he called the Book of Mormon. The 
Mormons founded the city of Nauvoo in 
Illinois, but they were driven out of it in 
1846 through a disturbance, or almost a 
civil war, caused by their doctrine of polyg- 
amy, the doctrine that it is lawful for a 


man to have many wives. Subsequently 
the Mormons established themselves in 
Utah, and built Salt Lake City in that terri- 
tory, now one of the States of the Union. 

2 It can now (1898) be accomplished in 
four and a half days. 

3 The city of Oakland is opposite to San 
Francisco, on the eastern shore of the San 
Francisco Bay, the city of San Francisco 
being on the western shore. The terminus 
of the Central Pacific Railroad is at Oak- 
land. 


116 ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 

At eight o’clock a steward entered the car and announced 
that the hour for retiring had come. The car they were in 
was a sleeping car, and in a few minutes the backs of the seats 
were pressed over, beds carefully packed away were unrolled, 
berths were made ready, and each passenger had soon a com- 
fortable bed, protected by thick curtains. The sheets were 
clean, the pillows soft. Nothing more was to be done but to 
lie down and sleep — which everyone did — while the train 
moved on under full steam across the State of California. 

The country from San Francisco to Sacramento is not very 
hilly. The one hundred and twenty miles between the two 
cities were covered in six hours, and towards midnight, while 
they were getting their first sleep, the travelers passed through 
Sacramento. They therefore saw nothing of that large city, 
the seat of the State Government of California — its broad 
streets, its splendid hotels, squares, and churches. 

Leaving Sacramento, and passing the stations of Kocklin, 
Aubury, and Colfax, the train plunged into the Sierra Nevada,’ 
and at seven o’clock in tbe morning reached Cisco. An hour 
afterward the sleeping car had become an ordinary car, and 
the passengers could get a view through the windows of the 
picturesque mountainous country. The railway followed the 
windings of the Sierra, here clinging to the sides of the moun- 
tains, there hanging above precipices, avoiding sharp angles 
by bold curves, plunging into narrow gorges from which there 
seemed to be no outlet. The locomotive, casting its lurid light 
around, mingled its shrieks and bellowings with the noise of 
the torrents and cascades, and twined its smoke in the dark 
branches of the firs. 

About nine o’clock the train entered Nevada, through the 
Carson Valley, and at noon it reached Reno, where the passen- 
gers had twenty minutes for breakfast. From this point, the 
road, skirting Humboldt River, passed a few miles to the ' 


^ J a mountain range of California. Sierra means saw—o. mountain with jagged ridges 
like the edge of a saw. 


STOPPED BY BUFFALOES. 


117 


north. Then it bent to the east and kept along the stream 
until it reached the Humboldt Range/ where the river takes 
its source, nearly at the east side of the State of Nevada. 

After breakfasting, Phileas Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, Fix, and 
Passepartout viewed the country passing before their sight — 
vast prairies, mountains whose profiles were shown upon the 
horizon, and creeks tumbling down in foaming streams. 
Sometimes a large herd of bisons appeared gathering in the 
distance. Innumerable armies of these beasts often form an 
insurmountable obstacle to the passing of trains. Thousands 
of them have been seen moving on for several hours in close 
ranks across the railroad. The locomotive is then forced to 
wait until the path is clear again. 

This very thing happened on the present occasion. About 
three o’clock in the afternoon a herd of ten or twelve thousand 
blocked the railroad. The engine slackened its speed, and 
tried to force itself through the immense column, but it had 
to stop before the irresistible mass. When bisons have fixed 
upon a line of march, nothing can swerve them from it. They 
are a torrent of living flesh which no man can hold back. 

Those bufialoes, as Americans improperly call them, have a 
larger body than the bulls of Europe. They have short legs 
and tail, projecting shoulders forming a hunch, horns widely 
separated at the base, and their heads, necks, and shoulders 
are covered with long, shaggy hair. 

The passengers on the train watched the herd of buffaloes 
from the platforms of the cars, but Phileas Fogg, who had 
reason to be the most in a hurry, remained in his seat, waiting 
until the way should be clear. Passepartout was furious at 
the delay, and he wanted to fire at the buffaloes with his 
revolvers. 

“What a country!” he cried. “Mere cattle stop trains! 
And what an engineer, who does not dare to rush his engine 
through this mass of beasts! ” 

^ i. e., of mountains. 


118 EOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 

The engineer, however, did not attempt to overcome the 
obstacle, and he acted wisely. He would undoubtedly have 
crushed the first buffaloes struck by the cow-catcher,* but the 
engine, powerful as it was, would soon have been stopped and 
the train thrown off the track and wrecked. 

The best course was to wait patiently and make up the lost 
time by increased speed afterwards. The passage of the buffa- 
loes took full three hours, and the road was not clear until 
nightfall. While the last ranks of the herd were crossing the 
rails the first were disappearing below the southern horizon. 

It was eight o’clock when the train passed through the de- 
files of the Humboldt Range, and half-past nine when it entered 
Utah Territory, Hhe region of the Great Salt Lake, the curious 
settlement of the Mormons. 

CHAPTER XXXI. 

IN SALT LAKE CITY. 

The train advanced rapidly, and about half-past twelve it 
touched the northwest point of the Great Salt Lake, which is 
also called the Dead Sea, and into which empties an American 
Jordan.® It is a beautiful lake, hemmed in by great craggy 
rocks, covered with white salt — a superb sheet of water which 
is about seventy miles in length, thirty-five in width, and is 
three thousand eight hundred feet above the level of the sea — 
very different from Lake Asphaltite,^ whose depression is 
twelve hundred feet below the sea. It holds considerable salt 
in solution, and one-fourth the weight of the water is solid 
matter. Pishes cannot live in it. Those that the Jordan, 
Weber, and other creeks carry into it soon perish. 

1 a strong frame, made of wood or iron, s called after the Jordan of Palestine, 

fastened in front of locomotive engines for which flows into the Dead Sea. 
catching or throwing off obstructions, such * another name of the Dead Sea in Pales- 
as strayed cows, from the rails. tine, so called because of the quantities of 

2 now a State of the Union. bitumen, or asphalt, found on its shores. 


IN SALT LAKE CITY. 


113 


Around the lake the country was well tilled, for the Mor- 
mons are good farmers. Six months later fields of wheat, 
corn, luxurious prairies, and everywhere hedges of wild roses 
might be seen, hut now the ground was covered with snow. 

At two o’clock the travelers got out at Ogden, where the train 
stopped for six hours. Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and their two 
companions had time to go by the short branch from Ogden 
to the City of the Saints.’ They spent two hours in this 
peculiarly American town, built after the pattern of other 
cities of the Union, like vast checker-boards, and situated be- 
tween the banks of the Jordan and the foot of the Wahsatch 
Eange. They saw few or no churches, but they saw the 
prophet’s house, the court-house and the arsenal, and houses 
of bluish brick with verandas and porches, and surrounded 
by gardens, bordered with acacias, palms and locusts. A wall 
of clay and pebbles, built in 1853, surrounded the town. In 
the principal street were some hotels, and among others the 
Salt Lake House. 

Mr. Fogg and his companions did not find the town thickly 
peopled. The streets were almost deserted, except in the 
neighborhood of the temple, which they reached only after 
traversing several quarters surrounded by palisades. The 
women were pretty numerous, which was explained by the 
peculiar constitution of Mormon households.® It must not be 
supposed, however, that all Mormons are polygamists. They 
are free to marry or remain single, but the women are all 
anxious for marriage, as, according to the Mormon religion, 
unmarried women are not admitted to the joys of heaven. These 
poor creatures seemed neither well ofi nor happy. Some — the 
richer ones no doubt — wore short, low-cut, black silk dresses, 
under a hood or modest shawl. The others were dressed in 
Indian fashion. 


1 Salt Lake City. the story the “prophet” was Brigham 

2 the house in which the chief or prophet Young, who died in 1877. 

of the Mormons lived. At the period of » referring to the system of polygamy. 


ICO ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 

At a few minutes past four the travelers were again at the 
station, and took their seats in the cars. The whistle sounded, 
but the moment the wheels began to move, cries of “Stop! 
stop! ” were heard. 

They do not stop trains just started. The gentleman who 
uttered the cry was evidently a Mormon behind time. He was 
breathless from running. Fortunately for him the station had 
neither gates nor barriers. He rushed on the track, jumped 
upon the steps of a car, and fell panting on one of the seats. 

Passepartout, who had watched with emotion this gymnastic 
feat, went up to the stranger, in whom he took a lively interest 
when he learned that he had thus taken flight in consequence 
of a household scene. ^ 

When the Mormon had recovered his breath. Passepartout 
ventured to ask him politely how many wives he had to him- 
self — and from the manner in which he had just run away he 
would suppose that he had at least twenty of them. 

“ One, sir! ” replied the Mormon, raising his arms heaven- 
ward — “ one, and that is enough! ” 

CHAPTEE XXXII. 

COLONEL PROCTOR ON THE TRAIN. 

Leaving the Great Salt Lake at Ogden, the train ran for 
an hour toward the north, as far as Weber Eiver, having 
accomplished about nine hundred miles from San Francisco. 
Then the line turned east across the Wahsatch. 

It is in this region, between the Wahsatch and the Eocky 
Mountains, that the American engineers had the greatest difii- 
culty in laying out the railroad, and for this part the Govern- 
ment grant was forty-eight thousand dollars per mile, instead 
of sixteen thousand, the amount allowed for the building of 
the line through the plains. 

1 meaning a quarrel in his house. 


COLONEL PEOCTOR ON THE TRAIN. 


121 


At ten o’clock at night the train stopped at Fort Bridger 
Station, which it left almost immediately, and twenty miles 
further on it entered the Wyoming Territory — following the 
valley of the Bitter Creek. Next day, December 7th, there 
was a stop of a quarter of an hour at Green Kiver Station. 
Snow had fallen heavily during the night, but being mingled 
with rain and half melted, it could not stop their progress. 
The bad weather, however, kept Passepartout in constant 
uneasiness lest the snow might block the train. 

“ What an idea,” he said to himself, “for my master to 
make this tour during the winter ! Could he not have waited 
for the summer to increase his chances? ” 

But at this moment, while the good fellow was anxious about 
the weather, Mrs. Aouda was suffering uneasiness from an- 
other cause. 

Some of the passengers had got out of the cars at Green Eiver 
Station and were walking up and down the platform. Mrs. 
Aouda, looking through the window, recognized among them 
Colonel Stamp Proctor, the person who had behaved so rudely 
to Phileas Fogg in San Francisco. This circumstance greatly 
distressed the young woman. She was attached to the man 
who, however coldly, gave her every day tokens of devotion, 
and fearing the result of an encounter, her heart sank at the 
sight of the rough fellow from whom Mr. Fogg had resolved 
sooner or later to demand satisfaction. Evidently it was 
chance that had brought Colonel Proctor into this train; but 
he was there, and if possible Phileas Fogg must be kept from 
seeing him. 

After the train started, Mrs. Aouda, therefore, took advantage 
of a moment when Mr. Fogg was sleeping to consult with Fix 
and Passepartout. 

“That Proctor is on the train! ” cried Fix. “Well, com- 
pose yourself, madame. He will have to deal with me, for in 
that business I received the greatest insult! ” 

“ Mr. Fix,” said Mrs. Aouda, “ Mr. Fogg will allow no one 


122 


EOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


to avenge him. If he sees Colonel Proctor we cannot prevent 
an encounter, which may lead to sad results. He must, 
therefore, not see him.” 

“You are right, madame,” replied Fix; “an encounter 
might ruin everything. Mr. Fogg would be delayed, and ” 

“And,” added Passepartout, “that would win the bet for 
the gentlemen of the Eeform Club. In four days we shall be 
in New York. Then, if my master does not leave his car for 
four days, we may hope that chance will not put him face to 
face with this American. Now we can easily prevent him ” 

The conversation was here interrupted by Mr. Fogg waking 
up. And now was there any way by which Mr. Fogg could 
be kept in this car, so as to prevent an encounter between him 
and the colonel ? It ought not to be difficult, as the gentle- 
man was not fond of moving about or inquisitive. The de- 
tective thought he had found a plan, and a few moments later 
he said to Phileas Fogg: “ These are long and slow hours that 
we pass thus on the railway.” 

“ Indeed they are,” replied Mr. Fogg, “ still they pass.” 

“On board the steamers,” continued the detective, “you 
used to take a turn at whist.” 

“Yes,” replied Phileas Fogg, “but here it would be diffi- 
cult. I have neither cards nor partners.” 

“Oh! as for cards, they are sold on all American trains. 
As for partners, if madame ” 

“Certainly, sir,” replied the young woman, quickly, “I 
understand whist.” 

“And I,” said Fix, “have some pretensions to playing a 
good game. Now, with us three and a dummy ” ' 

“As you please, sir,” said Phileas Fogg. 

Passepartout was sent to buy the cards, and soon returned 
with two packs, and the game at once commenced. 

* the fourth, or exposed, hand, when three persons play at cards. 


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CHAPTEK XXXIII. 

A LITTLE TOO AMERICAN. 

At eleven o’clock in the morning the train had reached the 
dividing ridge of the waters of the two oceans. It was at 
Bridger Pass, at a height of seven thousand five hundred and 
twenty-four feet above the level of the sea, one of the highest 
points touched by the route in the passage across the Eocky 
Mountains. Before long the travelers found themselves on the 
vast plains which extend as far as the Atlantic, and which 
nature made so suitable for a line of railway. 

On the slopes of the Atlantic basin already appeared the first 
streams, tributaries of the North Platte Eiver. The entire 
northern and eastern horizon was covered by the immense 
semicircular curtain which forms the southern portion of the 
Eocky Mountains, the highest being Laramie’s Peak. Be- 
tween this curve and the line of the road were vast and well- 
watered plains. On the right of the road rose the first spurs 
of the mountainous mass, rounding off to the south as far as 
the sources of the Arkansas Eiver, one of the large tributaries 
of the Mississippi. 

After a comfortable luncheon, served in the car where they 
sat, Mr. Fogg and his partners had just resumed their whist, 
when sharp whistling was heard, and the train suddenly 
stopped. Passepartout put his head out of the door, but saw 
nothing which could explain what had happened. Mrs. Aouda 
and Fix feared that Mr. Fogg might go out on the track, but 
that gentleman contented himself with saying to his servant: 

“ Go and see what is the matter.” 

Passepartout rushed out. ^ About forty passengers had left 
the cars, and among them Colonel Stamp Proctor. 

The train had stopped in front of a red signal which blocked 
the way. The engineer and conductor were talking very 
edly with a signal-man who had been sent from Medicine 


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Bow, the next station. Some of the passengers approached 
and took part in the discussion, one of them being Colonel 
Proctor with his loud voice. Passepartout joined the group 
and heard the signal-man say : 

‘‘No; there is no way of passing. The bridge at Medicine 
Bow is shaky and will not bear the weight of the train.” 

It was a suspension bridge over rapids, about a mile distant, 
and the signal-man said that several of the wires having 
snapped, it was impossible for the train to pass. 

“But!” cried Colonel Proctor, “we are not going, I im- 
agine, to remain here in the snow ! ’ ’ 

“Colonel,” replied the conductor, “we have telegraphed 
to Omaha for a train, but it cannot arrive at Medicine Bow 
in less than six hours.” 

“ Six hours! ” cried Passepartout. 

“Certainly,” replied the conductor; “and besides it will 
take that time to get to the station on foot.” 

“ But it is only a mile from here,” said a passenger. 

“ A mile, but on the other side of the river.” 

“ And cannot the river be crossed in a boat ? ” 

“ Impossible. The creek is swollen with the rains. It is a 
torrent, and we will be compelled to make a round of ten 
miles to the north to find a ford.” 

The disappointment was general among the passengers, who, 
without counting the delay, found themselves obliged to foot 
it fifteen miles through the snow. Passepartout was about to 
return to inform his master, when the engineer, a genuine 
Yankee, named Forster, raising his voice, said : 

“ Gentlemen, I think there is a way of passing.” 

“ On the bridge ? ” asked a passenger. 

“ On the bridge.” ^ 

“ With our train ? ” asked the colonel. 

“With our train.” 

Passepartout stopped. 

“ But the bridge threatens to fall,” said the conductor. 


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125 


‘‘It don’t matter,” said Forster. “I believe that by rush- 
ing the train at its greatest speed we would have a chance of 
getting over.” 

A number of the passengers at once approved of the propo- 
sition. It pleased Colonel Proctor particularly. He knew of 
engineers dashing across rivers without bridges, by rushing 
forward at the height of their speed. Nearly all the others 
eagerly favored the plan. 

“We have fifty chances out of a hundred for passing,” said 
one. 

“ Sixty,” said another. 

“Eighty! Ninety!” 

Passepartout was puzzled. Although willing to venture 
almost anything to get over the creek, the proposal of the 
engineer seemed to him a little too “ American. ” “ Besides,” 

he thought, “there is a much simpler way, and these people 
don’t even think of it. Monsieur,” he said to one of the 
passengers, “the plan proposed by the engineer seems a 
little ” 

“ Eighty chances! ” cried the passenger, turning his back 
to him. 

“All aboard! ” cried the conductor. 

“Yes, all aboard,” replied Passepartout; “all aboard, and 
right away. But they can’t prevent me from thinking that it 
would be more natural for us to go over the bridge afoot and 
let the train follow.” 

No one heard this wise remark, however, and no one would 
have admitted its wisdom. The passengers'returned to the cars. 
Passepartout took his seat without saying anything about what 
had occurred. The whist-players were entirely occupied with 
their game. 

The locomotive whistled loudly. The engineer, reversing 
the steam, backed for nearly a mile, like a jumper going to 
take a leap. Then, with a second whistle, he commenced 
to move forward. The speed increased ; it soon became fright- 


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ful; only one uninterrupted puffing was heard from the loco- 
motive; the pistons of the engine worked twenty strokes to 
the second. The passengers felt that the train, dashing on at 
the rate of a hundred miles an hour, hardly touched the rails. 

And they passed over. It was like a flash of lightning. 
They had not time to see the bridge. The train leaped, it 
might be said, from one bank to the other, and the engineer 
could not stop it until it had gone five miles beyond the sta- 
tion. But scarcely had they crossed the river when the bridge 
went down with a crash into the rapids of Medicine Bow. 


CHAPTEE XXXIV. 

AN AFFAIR OF HONOR. 

That evening the train continued its course, went by Fort 
Saunders, crossed the Cheyenne Pass and arrived at Evans 
Pass. At this place the road reached the highest point on the 
route — eight thousand and ninety-one feet above the level of 
the ocean. 

The travelers were now about to descend to the Atlantic 
over those boundless plains leveled by nature. They had 
made thirteen hundred and eighty-two miles from San Fran- 
cisco in three days and three nights. In four nights and four 
days they ought to reach New York. Phileas Fogg was then 
still within his time. 

During the night they passed Camp Walbach on the left. 
Lodge Pole Creek ran parallel to the road, following, the 
straight boundary between Wyoming and Colorado. At eleven 
o’clock they entered Nebraska, and they touched at Julesburg, 
on the South Fork of the Platte Eiver. 

It was at this point that the Union Pacific Eoad was inau- 
gurated on the 23d of October, 1867, by its chief engineer. 
General G. M. Dodge. Two powerful locomotives stopped 


AN AFFAIR OF HONOR. 


127 


there with nine cars of invited guests, among whom was the 
vice-president of the road, Thomas 0. Durant. Three cheers 
were given; the Pawnees and Sioux executed an imitation 
Indian battle, and there was a display of fireworks. Thus was 
celebrated the opening of this great railroad, an instrument of 
progress and civilization thrown across the desert, which was 
to bind together towns and cities not yet thought of. The 
whistle of the locomotive, more powerful than the lyre of 
Amphion,^ was soon to call them into existence. 

At eight o’clock in the morning they passed Fort McPher- 
son, and they were then three hundred and fifty-seven miles 
from Omaha. The railroad followed the windings of the 
South Fork of the Platte Eiver, on its left bank. At nine 
o’clock they arrived at the important town of North Platte, 
built between the two arms * of the main river, which here 
join, forming a single artery — a large tributary — whose waters 
mingle with those of the Missouri not far from Omaha. 

Mr. Fogg and his partners had resumed their play at whist. 
Mr. Fix had won a few guineas at first, which he was in a fair 
way to lose. During the morning chance singularly favored 
Mr. Fogg. Trumps^ and honors® were showered into his 
hands. At a certain moment he was about to play a spade, 
when behind the seat a voice was heard, saying : 

I should play a diamond.” 

Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Fix raised their heads and 
beheld Colonel Proctor. 

‘‘Ah! it is you, Englishman,” cried the colonel; “it’s you 
who are going to play a spade.” 


1 According to ancient Greek mythology, 
or legend, Amphion M'as a son of the god 
Jupiter. He was taught music by the god 
Mercury, who gave him a lyre, by the sound 
of which, it is said, he made stones move, 
and with them built the walls of Thebes, a 
celebrated city of Greece. 

3 the North Fork and South Fork. 

8 the Platte River. 


4 trump, a winning card ; one of the suit 
which takes or beats any of the other suits. 
A pack of playing cards contains fifty-two 
cards, divided into four suits of thirteen 
cards each, distinguished by being marked 
respectively with spades, diamonds, hearts, 
and clubs. 

® the ace, the king, the queen, and the 
knave of trumps. 


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‘‘And who plays it,” replied Phileas Fogg, coldly, laying 
down the card. 

“Well, it suits me to have it diamonds,” replied Colonel 
Proctor, in an irritated voice. And he made a motion as if to 
pick up the card played, adding : 

“ You don’t understand anything of this game.” 

“ Perhaps I will be more skillful at another,” ^ said Phileas 
Fogg, rising. 

“You have only to try it, son of John Bull,”^ replied the 
colonel. 

Mrs. Aouda became pale. She seized Mr. Fogg’s arm, but 
he gently drew away from her. Passepartout was ready to 
throw himself on Proctor, who was looking at Mr. Fogg with 
the most insulting air. But Fix rose, and, going to Colonel 
Proctor, said to him: 

“You forget that you have to deal with me, whom you not 
only insulted, but struck! ” 

“ Mr. Fix,” said Mr. Fogg, “ I beg pardon, but this matter 
concerns me alone, and the colonel must give me satisfaction.” 

“ When and where you wish,” replied the American, “ and 
with whatever weapon you please.” 

Mrs. Aouda tried in vain to restrain Mr. Fogg. The detec- 
tive tried to make the quarrel his. Passepartout wanted to 
throw the colonel out the window, but a sign from his master 
stopped him. Then Phileas Fogg went out of the car, and 
the American followed him to the platform. 

“ Sir,” said Mr. Fogg, “I am very much in a hurry to re- 
turn to Europe, and any delay whatever would be very injuri- 
ous to my interests.” 

“Well, how does that concern me?” replied Colonel 
Proctor. 

“Sir,” said Mr. Fogg, “after our meeting in San Fran- 
cisco, I had resolved to come back to America to find you, as 

1 meaning a fight with Colonel Stamp 2 the name by which England or the 
Proctor, English nation is sometimes referred to. 


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129 


soon as I had completed the business which calls me home. 
Will you appoint a meeting with me for six months after this ? ” 

“ Immediately, or not at all,” cried Stamp Proctor. 

‘‘All right,” replied Mr. Fogg. “You are going to New 
York ? ” 

“That need concern you very little! Do you know Plum 
Creek Station ? ” 

“No.” 

“ It is the next station. The train will be there in an hour. 
It will stop ten minutes. In ten minutes we can exchange a 
few shots with our revolvers.” 

“ Let it be so,” replied Mr. Fogg. 

Mr. Fogg then entered the car as coolly as usual and began 
to speak words of encouragement to Mrs. Aouda, telling her 
that blusterers were never to be feared. He begged Fix to 
act as his second ^ in the duel which was going to take place. 
Fix could not refuse, and. they then resumed their game. 

At eleven o’clock the whistle of the engine announced that 
they were near Plum Creek Station. Mr. Fogg rose, and, 
followed by Fix, went out on the platform. Passepartout 
accompanied him, carrying a pair of revolvers. Just then the 
door of the next car opened, and Colonel Proctor appeared 
upon the platform. But at the moment that the two enemies 
were ready to step off the train the conductor ran up to them 
and cried: 

“You can’t get off, gentlemen! ” 

“ Why not? ” asked the colonel. 

“ We are twenty minutes behind time, and the train stops 
only a moment.” 

“ But I am going to fight a duel with this gentleman.” 

“ I am sorry,” replied the conductor, “but we start imme- 
diately. ' Hear the bell ringing ! ” 

The bell was ringing, and the train moved off. 

“I am really very sorry, gentlemen,” said the conductor, 

1 one who attends another while lighting a duel. 


9 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


“ but, after all, since you have not time to fight here, what 
hinders you from fighting in the train ? ” 

“Perhaps that may not suit the gentleman,” said Colonel 
Proctor, with a i • ing air. 

“ It suits me perfectly,” said Phileas Fogg. 

The two combatants and their seconds, preceded by the 
conductor, then went to the rear of the train to the last car, 
which was occupied by only ten or a dozen people. The con- 
ductor asked them if they would be kind enough to leave the 
car for a few minutes for two gentlemen who had an affair of 
honor ^ to settle. 

The passengers were only too happy, and they immediately 
retired to the platforms. 

Mr. Fogg and Colonel Proctor, each furnished with two six- 
barreled revolvers, entered the car. It had been arranged 
that a whistle should be given from the engine as a signal to 
them to begin firing. Then after a lapse of two minutes what 
remained of the two gentlemen would be taken out of the car. 
Truly, nothing could be simpler. 


CHAPTEE XXXV. 

ATTACKED BY THE SIOUX. 

But while Mr. Fogg and the colonel were waiting for the 
whistle, savage cries suddenly broke out accompanied by re- 
ports of firing that did. not come from the car in which the 
duelists were. The reports continued in front and along 
the whole line of the train, and exclamations of fright were 
heard from the inside of the cars. 

Colonel Proctor and Mr. Fogg, with their revolvers in hand, 
went out at once, and rushed forward to where the noise was 
greatest. Then they found that the train had been attacked 
by a band of Sioux. 

1 Duels are often spoken of as “ affairs of honor.” 


ATTACKED BY THE hlOUX. 


131 


It was not the first attempt of these daring Indians. More 
than once they had attacked trains in the same way. Their 
habit was to come in great numbers, jumping on the steps 
without attempting to stop the train, and ey did this with 
the ease of a clown in a circus getting on a hoi-fee at full gallop. 

The Sioux had guns, but the passengers also were nearly all 
armed, and they replied sharply with their revolvers to the 
shots of their assailants. At first the Indians had rushed upon 
the engine, and with blows from their muskets stunned the 
engineer and fireman. A Sioux chief, wishing to stop the 
train, but not knowing how to manage the handle of the regu- 
lator, had opened wide the steam valve, instead of closing it, 
and the locomotive dashed on with frightful rapidity. 

At the same time, the Sioux, mounting the cars, ran like 
enraged monkeys over the roofs, drove in the doors and fought 
hand to hand with the passengers. They broke open and 
pillaged trunks and baggage and threw them on to the track. 

The passengers defended themselves courageously. About 
twenty Sioux, mortally wounded, fell upon the track. Sev- 
eral passengers, severely injured by bullets or clubs, lay upon 
the seats. 

But it was necessary that an end should be put to the fight, 
which had already lasted for ten minutes, and could result 
only to the advantage of the Sioux, if the train was not 
stopped. Fort Kearney Station was not two miles distant. 
There was a military post there, but that passed, the Sioux 
would be masters of the train between Fort Kearney and the 
next station. 

The conductor was fighting at Mr. Fogg’s side, when a ball 
struck him, and, as he fell, he cried : 

“ We are lost if the train is not stopped inside of five min- 
utes! ” 

It shall be stopped,” said Phileas Fogg, about to rush out 
of the car. 

“ Hold, monsieur,” cried Passepartout. “ Let me do that. ” 


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WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


Mr. Fogg oie to stop the brave young man, who, 

opening ad- t being seen by the Indians, succeeded 

in slipping i ar. Then clinging to the chains, help- 
ing himself ^rs of the brakes and the edges of the 

window sas] bling from one car to another with 

wonderful si bhed the front of the train. 

There, sus one hand, between the baggage car and 

the tender, i)ther he loosed the couplings, but in 

consequence ' ' btion, he would never have been able to 

pull out the yoking-bar if a sudden jolt of the engine had not 
done it for him. The train, thus detached, was left behind, 
while the locomotive flew on with additional speed. 

Carried on by the force it had acquired, the train, however, 
rolled on for a few minutes, but finally stopped less than one 
hundred yards from Kearney Station. 

The soldiers of the fort, hearing the firing, ran up in haste, 
but the Sioux did not wait for them, and before the train 
stopped the whole band was gone. 

When the passengers counted each other on the platform, 
they found that several were missing, and among others the 
brave Frenchman, whose devotion had just saved them. 


CHAPTER XXXVI. 

COSTING HIS MASTER DEAR. 

Three passengers, including Passepartout, had disappeared. 
Had they been killed in the fight ? Were they taken prisoners 
by the Sioux ? As yet no one could tell. 

The wounded were many, but none were wounded mortally. 
Colonel Proctor, who had fought bravely, was the most seri- 
ously hurt. He was carried to the station with the other pas- 
sengers whose condition demanded immediate attention. 

Mrs. Aouda was safe. Mr. Fogg, who had not spared him- 


COSl'ING HIS MASTER HEAR. 


138 


self, was without a scratch. Fix was slightly wounded in the 
arm. But Passepartout was nowhere to be seen. 

Meanwhile, all the passengers had left the train. The 
wheels of the cars were stained with blood. As far as the eye 
could reach, long red trails were seen on the white plain. The 
last Indians were then disappearing in the south, along the 
banks of the Eepublican River. ^ 

Mr. Fogg, with folded arms, stood motionless. He had a 
serious decision to make. Mrs. Aouda looked at him without 
uttering a word. He understood her look. If his servant 
was a prisoner ought he not to risk everything to rescue him 
from the Indians ? 

“ I will find him, dead or alive,” he said, simply. Alive, 
if we do not lose a minute.” 

This was a very serious state of matters for Phileas Fogg. 
A single day’s delay would make him miss the steamer at 
New York, and then his bet would be lost. But with the 
thought, “It is my duty! ” he did not hesitate. 

The captain commanding Fort Kearney was there. His 
soldiers — about a hundred men — had prepared themselves to 
defend the station in the event of the Sioux making an attack. 

“Sir,” said Mr. Fogg to the captain, “three passengers 
have disappeared.” 

“ Killed ? ” asked the captain. 

“Killed or prisoners,” replied Mr. Fogg. “ That is what 
we have to find out. You intend to follow the Sioux ? ” 

“I cannot leave the fort, sir,” said the captain. 

“ Sir, it is a question of the life of three men.” 

“ Doubtless — but can I risk the life of fifty to save three ? ” 

“ I do not know whether you can, but you ought.” 

“Sir,” replied the captain, “no one here has the right to 
tell me what my duty is.” 

“ Then,” said Phileas Fogg, “ I will go alone.” 

“ You, sir,” cried Fix, “ go alone after the Indians? ” 

1 flows through Nebraska and Kansas into Kansas River. 


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Do you wish me, then, to allow the man perish to whom 
everyone of us owes his life ? I shall go.” 

“Well, no, you shall not go alone,” cried the captain, 
moved in spite of himself. “No! You are a brave man! 
Thirty volunteers! ” he added, turning to his soldiers. 

The whole company advanced in a body, and so the captain 
had to select from the brave fellows the number he wanted. 
Thirty were picked out, and an old sergeant put at their head. 

“Thanks, captain,” said Mr. Fogg. 

“You will permit me to go with you ? ” asked Fix. 

“Do as you please,” replied Phileas Fogg. “But if you 
wish to serve me, you will remain by Mrs. Aouda.” 

A sudden paleness spread over the detective’s face. Separate 
himself from this man whom he had followed so steadily step 
by step! He gazed fixedly at Mr. Fogg, but, whatever he 
may have thought, he dropped his eyes before that quiet, 
frank look. 

“ I will remain,” he said. 

A few moments after Mr. Fogg pressed the young woman’s 
hand; then, having placed in her care his precious traveling- 
bag, he set out with the sergeant and his little band. But 
before starting, he said to the soldiers: 

“ My friends, I shall give you five thousand dollars if you 
save the prisoners.” 

It was then a few minutes past noon. 

About two o’clock, while the snow was falling in large fiakes, 
long whistles were heard coming from the east. An enormous 
shadow preceded by a lurid light slowly advanced, seeming 
larger in the mist, which gave it a fantastic appearance. But 
no train was expected yet from the east. The help asked for 
by telegraph could not arrive so soon, and the regular train 
from Omaha would not be until the next day. 

But they soon saw that it was a locomotive. It was in fact 
the one which, after being detached from the train, had con- 
tinued its course with such frightful speed, carrying oft' the 


COSTING HIS MASTER DEAR. 


135 


unconscious fireman and engineer. It had run several miles, 
when, the fire having gone down, the steam had slackened, and 
the engine stopped twenty miles past Kearney Station. 

Neither the engineer nor fireman was dead, and after a long 
swoon they revived. AYhen the engineer found himself in the 
desert, and the locomotive without cars attached to it, he 
understood what had happened, and he did not doubt that 
the train left behind was in distress. He did not hesitate as 
to what he ought to do. Coal and wood were thrown into the 
furnace, steam was soon up, and the engine returned, running 
backward to Kearney Station. 

It was a great satisfaction to the travelers to see the loco- 
motive again at the head of the train, as they would now be 
able to continue their journey. But Mrs. Aouda, coming out 
of the station, and addressing the conductor, asked : 

‘‘You are going to start ? ” 

“ This very instant, madame.” 

“ But the prisoners ” 

“ I cannot wait. We are already three hours behind time.” 

“And when will the next train from San Francisco pass 
here?” 

“ To-morrow evening, madame.” 

“To-morrow evening! But it will be too late. You must 
wait ” 

“Impossible,” replied the conductor. “If you are goings 
get aboard the car.” 

“ I will not go,” exclaimed the young woman. 

The detective Fix also resolved to remain behind. 

Meanwhile the passengers and some of the wounded — among 
others Colonel Proctor, whose condition was very serious — had 
taken seats in the cars. The buzzing of the overheated boiler 
was heard; the steam escaped through the valves; the engineer 
whistled, the train started, and soon disappeared, mingling 
its white smoke with the whirling of the snow. 

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very keen. Fix, seated on a bench in the station, was motion- 
less. Evening came. The little detachment had not returned. 
Where was it ? Had there been a fight, or were those soldiers 
lost in the mist? Night came; the snow fell less heavily, but 
the cold increased. Absolute silence prevailed over the plain. 

During the night, Mrs. Aouda, her mind full of dark fears, 
her heart filled with anguish, wandered on the border of the 
prairie. Her imagination carried her afar off and showed her 
a thousand dangers. Fix, still immovable in the same spot, 
did not sleep. Thus the night passed. 

At dawn shots were heard. Was it a signal ? The soldiers 
rushed out of the fort, and half a mile distant they saw the 
band of men returning in good order. 

Phileas Fogg marched at the head, and near him Passe- 
partout and the two passengers rescued from the Sioux. 

There had been a fight ten miles south of Fort Kearney. 
Passepartout and his two companions were already struggling 
against their captors, and the Frenchman had knocked down 
three of them with his fist, when his master and the soldiers 
appeared and rushed to the rescue. 

All were received at the station with cries of joy, and Phileas 
Fogg divided among the soldiers the reward he had promised 
them, while Passepartout said to himself, not without reason : 

‘‘ I must allow that I am costing my master very dear.” 

Then he looked for the train at the station. He thought 
he would find it there, ready to start for Omaha, and he hoped 
they could still make up the lost time. 

“ The train, the train! ” he cried. 

“ Gone,” replied Fix. 

‘‘ And when will the next train pass ? ” asked Phileas Fogg. 

“ Not until this evening.” 

“ Ah ! ” replied that gentleman, quietly. 


OVER THE PRAIRIES IN A SLEDGE. 


137 


CHAPTER XXXVII. 

OVER THE PRAIRIES IN A SLEDGE. 

Phileas Eogg found himself twenty hours behind time. 
Passepartout was desperate. He had ruined his master! 

At this moment the detective approached Mr. Fogg, and, 
looking very closely in his face, asked : 

“ Seriously, sir, are you in a great hurry? ” 

“ Very seriously I am.” 

“Is it very much to your interest,” continued Fix, “ to be 
in Xew York on the 11th, before nine o’clock in the evening, 
the time of the departure of the Liverpool steamer? ” 

“ I have a very great interest in being there at that time.” 

“And if your journey had not been interrupted, you would 
have been able to reach New York on the 11th.” 

“ Yes, twelve hours before the departure of the steamer.” 

“ Well, you are now twenty hours behind time. The differ- 
ence between twenty and twelve is eight. Eight hours are to 
be made up. Do you want to try it ? ” 

“ On foot ? ” asked Mr. Fogg. 

“No, on a sledge,” replied Fix; “on a sledge with sails. 
A man has proposed this means of conveyance to me.” 

Phileas Fogg did not reply; but Fix having shown him the 
man, who was just then walking up and down before the sta- 
tion, Mr. Fogg went to him. An instant after he and the 
man, whose name was Mudge, entered a hut built close to 
Fort Kearney. 

There Mr. Fogg examined a very strange vehicle, a sort of 
frame laid on two long beams, a little raised in front, like the 
runners of a sledge, and upon which five or six persons might 
sit. On the front of the frame was a very high mast, to which 
an immense brigantine sail was attached. The mast, firmly 
held by metal fastenings, held an iron stay, which served to 
hoist a large jib sail.' Behind was a rudder for steering. 

1 one of the fore or front sails of a ship. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


It was, in fact, a sledge sloop-rigged.* During the winter, 
on the icy plains, when the trains are blocked by snow, these 
vehicles make very rapid trips from one station to another. 
They carry a tremendous press of sail, and, with the wind 
behind, they glide over the surface of the prairie with a speed 
equal to, if not greater than, that of an express train. 

In a few moments a bargain was made between Mr. Fogg 
and the owner of this land craft. The wind was favorable. 
It blew with a strong breeze from the west. The snow had 
hardened, and Mr. Mudge was certain that he could rake Mr. 
Fogg to Omaha in a few hours. From there trains run fre- 
quently to Chicago and New York, and so it might not be 
impossible to make up the lost time. 

At eight o’clock the sledge was ready to start. The travel- 
ers took their places, wrapped closely in their traveling-cloaks. 
The two immense sails were hoisted, and, under the pressure 
of the wind, the vehicle slipped over the hardened snow with 
a speed of forty miles an hour. 

The distance between Fort Kearney and Omaha is, in a bee- 
line,** as the Americans say, two hundred miles at the most. 
If the wind continued favorable, this distance could be accom- 
plisjied in five hours. 

What a journey! The travelers, huddled together, could 
hardly speak because of the cold, which was increased by the 
speed. The sledge glided as lightly over the surface of 
the plain as a vessel over the surface of the water. When 
the breeze came, skimming the earth, it seemed as if the 
vehicle was lifted from the ground by its sails, which were 
like huge wings. 

“ If nothing breaks,” said Mudge, ‘‘ we shall arrive in time.” 

It w^as to Mudge’s interest to arrive at the time agreed upon, 
for Mr. Fogg had promised him a handsome reward. 


1 that is, rigged with sails like a sloop— a 2 the shortest and most direct line from 

small vessel with one mast and often with one place to another, like that of a bee 
only fore-and-aft sails. through the air. 


OVER THE PRAIRIES IN' A SLEDGE. 139 

The prairie was as flat as a sea. It looked like a frozen 
pond, and as it was entirely free of obstruction, only two 
things were to be feared: an accident to the vehicle, and a 
change or a calm of the wind. But the breeze did not abate. 
On the contrary, it blew so hard that it bent the mast, which, 
however, the iron fastenings kept firm. 

The sledge flew over the immense carpet of snow. If it 
passed over creeks, or tributaries of rivers, the travelers did 
not perceive it. The fields and streams disappeared under a 
uniforni whiteness. The plain was absolutely deserted. Not 
a village, not a station, not even a fort. From time to time 
they saw passing like a flash some leafless tree, whose white 
skeleton was twisted about by the wind. Sometimes flocks of 
wild birds rose; sometimes, also, large bands of gaunt, famished 
prairie-wolves pursued the sledge. Then Passepartout, re- 
volver in hand, was ready to fire upon tliose that came nearest. 
But the sledge, always keeping on its course, was not long in 
getting ahead, and soon the whole howling band would be 
left behind. 

At noon, Mudge recognized by certain landmarks that he 
was crossing the frozen course of the Platte Kiver. He said 
nothing, but he was sure that they were now only twenty 
miles from Omaha. One hour afterward, leaving the helm, 
he hastened to furl the sails, while the sledge, carried on by 
its own force, accomplished another half mile under bare poles. 
Finally it stopped, and Mudge, pointing out a mass of roofs 
white with snow, said: 

“ We are at Omaha.” 

Passepartout and Fix jumped ofl[ and shook their stiffened 
limbs. They then helped the young woman and Mr. Fogg to 
descend. Mr. Fogg settled generously with Mudge, whose 
hand Passepartout shook like a friend’s, and all hurried 
toward the depot in Omaha. 

The Pacific Eailroad, properly so called, has its terminus at 
this important Nebraska city, placing the Mississippi basin in 


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BOUND THE WORLD TN EIGHTY DAYS. 


connection with the great ocean. The Chicago, Rock Island 
and Pacific Road runs directly east from Omaha to Chicago, 
passing fifty stations. 

A through train was ready to start when Phileas Fogg and 
his companions reached the depot, and they had time only to 
hurry into a car. 

The train passed with great speed into the State of Iowa, 
through Council Bluffs, Des Moines, and Iowa City. During 
the night it crossed the Mississippi at Davenport, and entered 
Illinois at Rock Island. The next day, the 10th, at four 
o’clock in the afternoon, they arrived at Chicago, already risen 
from its ruins,’ and sitting more proudly than ever on the 
shores of the beautiful Lake Michigan. 

Nine hundred miles is the distance from Chicago to New 
York, but trains are plenty at Chicago. Mr. Fogg passed 
immediately from one to the other. The locomotive of the 
Pittsburg, Fort Wayne and Chicago Railway started at full 
speed, as if it understood that Mr. Fogg had no time to lose. 
Like lightning it traversed Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and 
New Jersey, passing through towns with ancient names, some 
having streets and car tracks, but as yet no houses. At last 
the Hudson River appeared, and on December 11th, at a 
quarter past eleven at night, the train stopped in the depot 
on the right bank of the river before the pier of the Cunard 
line, otherwise called the British and North American Royal 
Mail Steam Packet Company. 

The steamer China, bound for Liverpool, had sailed forty- 
five minutes before.® 


1 referring to the destruction by the great 
fire in Chicago in 1871. The number of 
buildings destroyed by this fire was 17,450, 
covering an area of three square miles. 
Over 90,000 people were left homeless, and 
the amount of the loss of property was 
$196,000,000. 


2 that is, in Jersey City, opposite to 
New York City, on the other side of the 
river. 

s From this it would seem that it did not 
start until an hour and a half after its time, 
which, in an earlier chapter, is mentioned 
as 9 o’clock. 


PASSEPARTOUT UTTERS A PROLONGED “ OH. 


141 


CHAPTER XXXVIII. 

PASSEPARTOUT UTTERS A PROLONGED ^^OH.” 

The China, in leaving, seemed to have carried away with 
her Phileas Fogg’s last hope. None of the other steamers 
going to Europe was of any use for his purpose. The Pereire 
of the French line would not leave till the 14th, and besides 
she did not go to Liverpool or London, but to Havre. 

Passepartout was crushed. It was his fault. Instead of 
aiding his master, he had been an obstacle in his way! But 
Mr. Fogg did not reproach him, and, leaving the pier, he said 
only these words : 

‘MVe will consult to-morrow. Come.” 

They crossed the Hudson to New York from Jersey City in 
the ferryboat, and got into a carriage, which took them to the 
St. Nicholas Hotel, on Broadway. Rooms were secured, and 
the night passed — a very short one for Phileas Fogg, who 
slept soundly, but very long for Mrs. Aouda and her com- 
panions, whose uneasiness did not allow them to rest. 

The next day was the 12th of December. From the 12th, 
at seven in the morning, to the 21st, at a quarter to nine in 
the evening, there remained nine days, thirteen hours, and 
forty-five minutes. If, then, Phileas Fogg had left in the 
China, one of the fastest vessels of the Cunard line, he would 
have arrived at Liverpool, and then in London, in good time! 

Phileas Fogg left the hotel alone, having told his servant to 
wait for him, and to request Mrs. Aouda to hold herself in 
readiness at any moment. He went to the quays and among 
the ships, inquiring after those about to leave. Several had 
their signals for departure up, and were preparing to put to 
sea at the morning high tide, but most of them were sailing 
vessels and, therefore, would not suit. 

It seemed as if Mr. Fogg would have to give up the search. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


when he happened to see, moored in front of the Battery,^ not 
more than a cable’s length out, a merchant vessel with screw, 
of fine outlines, whose funnel was sending out clouds of smoke, 
which showed that she was preparing to sail. Phileas Fogg 
hailed a boat, got into it, and was soon on board, the Henri- 
etta, an iron-hulled steamer, with her upper parts of wood. 

Mr. Fogg asked for the captain, who presented himself at 
once. He was a man fifty years old, a sort of sea-wolf, a 
grumbler, not likely to be very agreeable. 

The captain ? ” asked Mr. Fogg. 

‘‘ I am captain.” 

“I am Phileas Fogg, of London.” 

And I am Andrew Speedy, of Cardiff.” ’ 

“ You are going to start ? ” 

‘‘In an hour.” 

“You are loaded for ? ” 

“Bordeaux.”^ 

“ And your cargo ? ” 

“ Gravel in the hold. I have no freight. I sail in ballast.” 

“You have passengers ? ” 

“No passengers. Never have passengers. They’re mer- 
chandise that’s in the way.” 

“ Your vessel is a quick sailer ? ” 

“Between eleven and twelve knots an hour.” 

“ Will you take me and three other persons to Liverpool ? ” 

“ No. I am bound for Bordeaux, and I shall go there.” 

“No matter what price ? ” 

“ It don’t matter what price! ” 

The captain spoke in a tone which did not admit of a reply. 

“But the owners of the Henrietta,” said Phileas Fogg. 

“ The owners of the Henrietta are myself.” 

“ I will freight it for you.” 

1 the southern end of Manhattan Island, ? a town of Wales, England. 

New" York City, so called because formerly 3 {pron. bor-do') an important port town 

there was a military fort or battery situated in France, on the Garonne River. 

there. 


CAPTAIN SPEEDY LOCKED UP. 


143 


‘‘No.” 

“ Well, will you take me to Bordeaux ? ” 

“ No, even though you gave me two hundred dollars.” 

“ I offer you two thousand.” 

“ For each person ? ” 

“ For each person.” 

“ And there are four of you ? ” 

“Four.” 

Captain Speedy commenced to scratch his head as if he 
would tear the skin off. Eight tliousand dollars to be made 
without changing his course! It was well worth the trouble 
of putting aside his dislike for every kind of passenger. 

“ I leave at nine o’clock,” said he, simply; “ you and your 
party will be here ? ’ ’ 

“At nine o’clock we will he on board! ” replied Mr. Fogg. 

It was half -past eight. To land from the Henrietta, get a 
carriage, go to the St. Nicholas Hotel, and take back with him 
Mrs. Aouda, Passepartout, and Fix, to whom he offered a 
passage, was all done by Mr. Fogg with the quietness which 
never deserted him under any circumstances. At the moment 
the Henrietta was ready to sail, all four were aboard. 

When Passepartout learned what this last voyage would cost 
he uttered a prolonged “ Oh! ” 


CHAPTER XXXIX. 

CAPTAIN SPEEDY LOCKED UP. 

An hour afterward the steamer passed the lightboat which 
marks the entrance of the Hudson, turned Sandy Hook Point,* 
and put to sea. During the day she skirted Long Island and 
rapidly ran towards the east. 

At noon the next day, the 13th of December, a man went 

, 1 at the entrance to New York Bay. 


144 BOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 

upon the bridge to take charge of the vessel. It might be 
supposed that this man was Captain Speedy. ISTot at all. It 
was Phileas Fogg. Captain Speedy was very snugly locked up 
in his cabin uttering cries which denoted anger. 

What had happened was very simple. Phileas Fogg wanted 
to go to Liverpool; the captain would not take him there. 
Then Phileas Fogg had agreed to take passage for Bordeaux, 
and during the thirty hours he had been on board, he had 
managed so well with his bank-notes, that the crew, sailors 
and firemen, were ready to do his bidding. And this is why 
Phileas Fogg commanded in the place of Captain Speedy, 
why the captain was shut up in his cabin, and why the Hen- 
rietta was steering her course for Liverpool. 

During the first two days they went along under excellent 
conditions. The wind was not too rough; it seemed stationary 
in the northeast; the sails were hoisted, and the Henrietta 
sailed like a genuine transatlantic steamer. 

Passepartout was delighted. The last exploit of his master, 
the consequences of which he preferred not to consider, filled 
him with enthusiasm. The crew had never seen a gayer, 
more agile fellow. He made a thousand friendships with the 
sailors and astonished them by his acrobatic feats. 

Fix did not understand how matters stood at all. The 
conquest of the Henrietta, the purchase of her crew, and Mr. 
Fogg maneuvering like an accomplished seaman — all this con- 
fused him. He did not know what to think. For a man 
who commenced by stealing fifty-five thousand pounds could 
finish by stealing a vessel. And Fix was naturally led to 
believe that the Henrietta, directed by Fogg, was not going 
to Liverpool at all, but into some quarter of the world where 
the robber, become a pirate, would quietly place himself in 
safety ! 

As for Captain Speedy, he continued to howl in his cabin, 
and Passepartout, whose duty it was to attend him with his 
meals, did it with the greatest caution, although he was strong. 


CAPTAIN FOGG SOMETHING OF A YANKEE. 


145 


Mr. Fogg did not seem even to suspect that there was a cap- 
tain on board. 

On the 13th they passed the edge of the Banks of New- 
foundland.^ These are bad latitudes for shipping. In winter, 
especially, the fogs are frequent there, and the gales very 
severe. Since the day before, the barometer, suddenly fallen, 
indicated an approaching change in the atmosphere. During 
the night the cold became keener, and the wind shifted to the 
southeast. This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to 
be driven out of his course, had to reef his sails and put on 
more steam. 


CHAPTER XL. 

CAPTAIN FOGG SOMETHING OF A YANKEE. 

The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day since Mr. 
Fogg had left London, and the Henrietta had not yet been 
seriously delayed. Half the voyage had been accomplished, 
and the worst places had been passed. 

On this day, the engineer came on deck, met Mr. Fogg, 
and talked very earnestly with him. Without knowing why. 
Passepartout felt a vague uneasiness. He would have given 
one of his ears to hear with the other what was said. But he 
did catch a few words, and he distinctly heard his master say : 

“You are quite certain of that ? ” 

“I am certain, sir,” replied the engineer. “You know 
that since we started we have kept all our furnaces at full 
heat, and although we had enough coal to go under a small 
force of steam from New York to Bordeaux, we have not 
enough to go under full steam from New York to Liverpool.” 

“ I will think the matter over,” said Phileas Fogg. 

Passepartout understood, and a terrible anxiety filled his 
mind. The coal was about to give out. 

‘ The IJanks are shoals or shallow parts of the sea which extend 300 miles on the east 
and south of the island. 

10 


146 


ROUND THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


And now what was Phileas Fogg going to do? It was 
not easy to guess. But evidently he had made up his 
mind, for that evening he sent for the engineer, and said to 
him: 

Keep all your fires to full heat while your coal lasts.” 

A few moments- after, the funnel of the Henrietta was vom- 
iting out torrents of smoke. 

The vessel continued under full steam; but two days later, 
the 18 th, the engineer said that the coal would give out during 
that day. 

About noon Phileas Fogg ordered Passepartout to go for 
Captain Speedy. Passepartout felt as if he had been com- 
manded to unchain a tiger, and he descended into the cabin, 
saying to himself: “ I shall find a madman.” 

A few minutes later a bomb appeared on deck. The bomb 
was Captain Speedy, and it was plain that he was going to 
burst. 

“Where are we?” were the first words he uttered in the 
midst of his choking anger. 

“ Seven hundred and seventy miles from Liverpool,” replied 
Mr. Fogg, with great calmness. 

“ Pirate! ” cried Andrew Speedy. 

“ I have sent for you, sir.” 

“Robber!” 

“ — Sir,” continued Phileas Fogg, “to ask you to sell me 
your ship.” 

“No! Pirate, no!” 

“ I shall have to burn her.” 

“ To burn my ship ? ” 

“ At least her upper portions, for we are out of fuel.’’ 

“ Burn my ship! ” cried Captain Speedy. “ A ship worth 
fifty thousand dollars! ” 

“Here are sixty thousand,” replied Phileas Fogg, offering 
him a roll of bank-notes. 

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CAPTAIN FOGG SOMETHING OF A YANKEE. 


147 


forgot in an instant his anger aiid his imprisonment. His ship 
was twenty years old. It was ruite a bargain. 

“And the iron hull will he left me?” he said, in a soft- 
ened tone. 

“ The iron hull and the engine, sir. Is it a bargain ? ” 

“A bargain.” 

And Andrew Speedy, snatching the roll of bank-notes, 
counted them and slipped them into his pocket. Mr. Fogg 
then said to him : 

“ Sir, don’t let all this astonish you. I lose twenty thou- 
sand pounds if I am not in London on the 21st of December, 
at a quarter before nine in the evening. Now, I missed the 
steamer from New York, and as you refused to take me to 
Liverpool ” 

“ And I did well,” cried Andrew Speedy, “ since I make at 
least forty thousand dollars! ” 

Then he added, more calmly: 

“ Do you know one thing. Captain ? ” 

“Fogg.” 

“ Well, Captain Fogg, there is something of the Yankee 
in you.” 

And he turned to go away, when Phileas Fogg said to him : 

“ Now this ship belongs to me ? ” 

“ Certainly, from the keel to the truck of the masts, all the 
wood, understand.” 

“Very well. Cut away the inside woodwork and keep up 
the fires with it.” 

It may be judged how much of the wood, which was dry 
and burned quickly, was necessary to keep the steam at suiii- 
cient pressure. On that day the poop-deck, the cabins, the 
bunks, and the spare deck all went. Next day, the 19th of 
December, they burned the masts, the rafts, and the spars. 
Passepartout, hewing, cutting, sawing, did the work of ten 
men. On the 20th, the railings and the greater part of the 
deck were burned. 


148 ROUND TF s; WORLl IN EIGHTY DAYS. 

But on this day they sighted the coast of Ireland and Fast- 
net Light/ and at ten o’clock in the evening the ship was pass- 
ing Queenstown. Phileas Fogg had now only twenty-four 
hours to reach London, and it would take that time to reach 
Liverpool, even under full headway, and the steam was about 
to fail ! 

“ Sir,” said Captain Speedy, who had begun to take a deep 
interest in Mr. Fogg’s enterprise, ‘‘ I really sympathize with 
you. Everything is against you. We are as yet only in front 
of Queenstown.” 

“Ah!” said Mr. Fogg, “that is Queenstown, the place 
where we see the light ? ” 

“Yes.” 

“ Can we enter the harbor? ” 

“ Not for three hours. Only at high tide.” 

“ Let us wait,” Phileas Fogg replied, calmly. 

CHAPTEE XLI. 

ARRESTED IN THE QUEEN’S NAME. 

Queenstown is a port on the coast of Ireland, at which the 
transatlantic steamers coming from the United States deposit 
their mail bags. The mails are carried to Dublin by express 
trains which are always waiting ready to start. From Dublin 
they are sent to Liverpool by very swift vessels, and thus they 
gain twelve hours over the most rapid steamers of the ocean 
companies.^ 

These twelve hours Phileas Fogg resolved to gain, too. In- 
stead of arriving at Liverpool by the Henrietta the evening 
of the next day, he would be there by noon, and he would 

* a lighthouse on Fastnet rock off the reached that place. The passenger route is 

south coast of Ireland. from Kingstown, six miles south of Dublin, 

* that is, the mails dispatched in this way to Holyhead in Wales, the sea voyage be- 
reached Liverpool twelve hours before the tween these places being much shorter than 
vessels that carried them across the Atlantic between Dublin and Liverpool. 


FIVE MINUTES LATE. 


149 


have time to reach London before a quarter to nine in the 
evening. 

About one o’clock in the morning, the Henrietta entered 
Queenstown harbor at high tide, and Phileas Fogg, having 
received a hearty handshake from Captain Speedy, left him 
on the leveled hulk of his vessel, still worth half of what he 
had sold it for ! 

The passengers landed immediately. Fix/ at this moment, 
had a strong inclination to arrest Mr. Fogg.' He did not do 
it, however. AVhy ? What conflict was going on within him ? 
Had he changed his mind with reference to Mr. Fogg ? Did 
he at last see that he was mistaken ? However, he did not 
leawe Mr. Fogg. With him, Mrs. Aouda, and Passepartout, 
he took the train at Queenstown at half-past one. They 
arrived at Dublin at break of day, and immediately embarked 
on one of those steamers — regular steel spindles, all engine — 
which, disdaining to rise with the waves, invariably pass right 
through them. 

At twenty minutes before twelve o’clock on the 21st of 
December, Phileas Fogg landed on the quay at Liverpool. He 
was now only six hours from London. 

But at this moment Fix approached him, put his hand on 
his shoulder, and, showing his warrant, said : 

“ You are really Phileas Fogg? ” 

‘‘Yes, sir.” 

“ I arrest you in the Queen’s name.’ 


CHAPTER XLII. 

FIVE MINUTES LATE. 

Phileas Fogg was in prison. He had been shut up in the 
custom-house in Liverpool, and he was to pass the night there, 
awaiting his transfer to London. 

1 being then on British territory. 


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HOUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


At the moment of the arrest, Passepartout would have 
rushed upon the detective, but policemen held him back. 
Mrs. Aouda was frightened by the brutality of the act, which 
she could not understand, not knowing anything about the 
previous circumstances. Passepartout explained the situation 
to her — how it came to be that this honest and courageous 
gentleman to whom she owed her life was arrested as a robber. 
The young woman protested against the charge ; her heart 
throbbed with indignation, and tears flowed from her eyes 
when she saw that she could do nothing to save her deliverer. 

As for Fix, he had arrested the gentleman because it was 
his duty. Whether he was guilty or not it would be for the 
courts to decide. 

But then the terrible thought came to Passepartout that he 
was certainly the cause of this misfortune ! He had not in- 
formed his master of the business and object of Fix. Had he 
done so, Mr. Fogg would without doubt have furnished proof 
of his innocence, or at any rate he would not have permitted 
the detective to continue his journey with them. Passe- 
partout, thinking over the matter, wept so bitterly that it 
was painful to look at him. 

As for Phileas Fogg, he was apparently ruined, and at the 
very moment that he was about to gain his end. Having 
arrived at Liverpool at twenty minutes before twelve, noon, 
on the 21st of December, he had until a quarter to nine in the 
evening to get to the Eeform Club — that is, nine hours and 
flve minutes, and he needed only six hours to reach London. 

Any one entering the custom-house at this moment would 
have found Mr. Fogg seated motionless, and without anger, 
on a wooden bench. Did he cherish some hope? Did he 
still believe in success ? 

However that may be, Mr. Fogg carefully put his watch on 
the table, and kept his eyes on the moving hands. Not a 
word escaped from his lips, but his look had a singular flxed- 
ness. Did he think of escaping? Perhaps he did; for once 


FIVE MINUTES LATE. 


151 


he took a tour of the room. But the door was securely locked 
and the windows had iron bars. He sat down again, and took 
from his pocket the diary of his journey. On the line which 
bore these words: 

^‘December 21st, Saturday, Liverpool,” he added: 

‘‘Eightieth day, 11:40 a.m.” — and he waited. 

The custom-house clock struck one. Mr. Fogg observed 
that according to this clock his watch was two hours fast. 

Two hours! If he should jump aboard an express train at 
this moment he could still arrive in London and at the Reform 
Club before a quarter to nine in the evening. A light frown 
passed over his forehead. 

At thirty-three minutes after two o’clock a noise sounded 
outside, a bustle from the opening of doors. The voice of 
Passepartout was heard, also that of Fix. 

Phileas Fogg’s look brightened. 

The door opened, and he saw Mrs. Aouda, Passepartout, 
and Fix rushing, to ward him. 

Fix was out of breath, and his hair all disordered. 

“Sir,” he stammered, “sir — pardon — an unfortunate re- 
semblance — robber arrested three days ago — you free 1 ” 

Phileas Fogg was free ! He went up to the detective, looked 
him straight in the face, and, with the only rapid movement 
that he ever had made or ever would make in his life, he drew 
both his arms back, and, with the precision of a machine, 
struck the detective with both fists. 

“Well hit! ” cried Passepartout. 

Fix, who had been knocked down, did not utter a word. 
He only got what he deserved. Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and 
Passepartout immediately left the custom-house, jumped into 
a carriage, and in a few minutes arrived at the depot. 

Phileas Fogg asked whether there was an express train about 
to start for London. It was forty minutes past two. The 
express had left thirty-five minutes before. 

Phileas Fogg then ordered a special train. 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


There were several locomotives of great speed with steam 
up; but, owing to the pressing wants of the service, the special 
could not leave before three o’clock. 

At three o’clock, Phileas Fogg, after saying a few words to the 
engineer about a certain reward to be won, set off for London, 
in the company of the young woman and his faithful servant. 

The distance between Liverpool and London had to be 
accomplished in five hours and a half — a very easy thing when 
the road is clear on the whole route. But there were forced 
delays, and when Mr. Fogg arrived at the depot in London it 
was ten minutes to nine o’clock. 

Phileas Fogg, after having made the tour of the world, was 
five minutes behind time. 

He had lost his bet. 

CHAPTEE XLIII. 

MRS. AOUDA MAKES A PROPOSAL. 

The residents of Saville Eow would have been much sur- 
prised next day, if they had been told that Phileas Fogg had 
returned to his dwelling. The doors and windows were all 
closed. No change had taken place outside. 

After leaving the depot Phileas Fogg gave Passepartout an 
order to buy some provisions, and then went to his house. 

He bore with his usual calmness the blow which he had 
received. Euined! and by the stupidity of that detective! 
After moving on step by step during this long trip, braving a 
thousand dangers, and having still found time to do some 
good on his route, to fail through a brutal act, which he could 
not foresee — that was terrible. 

Only a small part of the money he had taken away with him 
was left. His fortune now consisted of the twenty thousand 
pounds deposited at Baring Brothers, but this was due to his 
friends of the Eeform Club, being the amount of the bet. 


MRS. AOUDA MAKES A PROPOSAL. 


153 


Even though he had won he would not have been enriched, 
the expenses of the journey having been so heavy; hut losing 
his bet ruined him entirely. Ills decision was, however, soon 
taken. He knew what remained for him to do. 

A room in the house in Saville Eow was set apart for Mrs. 
Aouda. That lady was now in despair, for from certain words 
which Mr. Eogg had let drop, she understood that he con- 
templated some fatal step, perhaps suicide. 

Passepartout, therefore, closely watched his master, though 
without seeming to do so. But first the good fellow went to 
his room and turned off the gas, which had been burning for 
eighty days. He found in the letter-box a bill from the gas 
company, and he thought it was more than time to stop this 
expense for which he was responsible. 

The night passed. Passepartout watched like a dog at his 
master’s door. The next morning Mr. Fogg sent for him, 
and ordered him very briefly to prepare Mrs. Aouda’s break- 
fast. As for himself, he wanted only a cup of tea and a piece 
of toast. He directed Passepartout to request Mrs. Aouda to 
excuse him from breakfast and dinner, as all his time would be 
devoted to arranging his affairs. He would only ask to have 
a few moments’ conversation with her in the evening. 

During this day, Sunday, the house in Saville Row was as 
if uninhabited, and for the first time since he lived there, 
Phileas Fogg did not go to his club when the Parliament 
House clock struck half-past eleven. 

And why should he have presented himself at the Reform 
Club ? His friends no longer expected him. It was not even 
necessary that he should go to his banker’s to draw the twenty 
thausand pounds. His friends had in their hands a check for 
the amount, signed by him. 

About half-past seven in the evening, Mr. Fogg sent to ask 
Mrs. Aouda whether she could receive him, and a few mo- 
ments after the young woman and he were alone in her room. 

Pliileas Fogg took a chair and sat down near the fireplace 


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ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 


opposite Mrs. Aouda. He remained without speaking for five 
minutes. Then, raising his eyes to her, he said: 

‘‘Madame, will you pardon me for having brought you to 
England ? ” 

“I, Mr. Fogg ?” 

“Be kind enough to allow me to finish,” continued Mr. 
Fogg. “ When I thought of taking you so far away from that 
country, so dangerous for you, I was rich, and I intended to 
place a portion of my fortune at your service. Your life then 
would have been happy and free; but events have turned 
against me. Now I am ruined. However, I ask your per- 
mission to dispose of what little I have left in your favor.” 

“ But you, Mr. Fogg, what will become of you ? ” 

“I, madame,” replied the gentleman, coldly, “I need 
nothing.” 

“ But at least want could not reach such a man as you,” 
continued Mrs. Aouda. “ Your friends ” 

“ I have no friends, madame.” 

“ Your relatives ” 

“ I have no relatives now.” 

“I pity you then, Mr. Fogg, for solitude is a sad thing — 
not one heart to share your troubles. But they say that with 
two in sympathy misery itself is borne in patience.” 

“ They say so, madame.” 

“ Mr. Fogg,” said Mrs. Aouda, rising and holding out her 
hand, “ do you wish at once to have a relative and a friend ? 
Will you have me for your wife ? ” 

Mr. Fogg rose in his turn. There seemed to be an unusual 
light in his eyes, a trembling of his lips. He simply said : 

“ I love you. Yes, by everything most sacred in the world, 
I love you, and I am entirely yours.” 

“ Ah! ” cried Mrs. Aouda, pressing his hand to her heart. 

He rang for Passepartout, who came at once. Mr. Fogg 
was holding Mrs. Aouda’s hand in his. Passepartout under- 
stood, and his broad face beamed like the sun. 


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“gentlemen, here I AM.” 

Mr. Fogg asked him whether it was too late to notify Rev- 
erend Samuel Wilson, of Marylebone^ parish. 

Passepartout gave his most agreeable smile. 

“ Never too late,” said he. 

It was then five minutes after eight. 

“ It will be for to-morrow, Monday,” he said. 

‘‘For to-morrow, Monday?” asked Mr. Fogg, looking at 
the young woman. 

“For to-morrow, Monday,” replied Mrs. Aouda. 

Passepartout went out, and hurried on his errand. 

CHAPTER XLIV. 

“gentlemen, here I AM.” 

It is time to tell here what a sudden change in opinion took 
place throughout the United Kingdom when the public learned 
that the real robber of the bank — a certain James Strand — 
had been arrested in Edinburgh on the 17th of December. 

Three days before, Phileas Fogg was a criminal pursued by 
the police; now he was an honorable gentleman, accomplish- 
ing his eccentric tour of the world. 

What a change ! What excitement in the papers ! All those 
who had bet for or against Phileas Fogg, and who had for- 
gotten the affair, became interested anew as if by magic. 
Betting was resumed with fresh energy. 

The five friends of the gentleman at the Reform Club passed 
three days in intense anxiety. Would this Phileas Fogg, whom 
they had forgotten, reappear before their eyes ? Where was he 
at this moment ? On the 17th of December — the day that the 
robber, James Strand, was arrested — it was seventy-six days 
since Phileas Fogg had started, and no news from him! Was 
he dead ? Had he given up the effort, or was he continuing 
his course as agreed upon ? And would he appear on Satur- 

1 popularly pronounced mar'i-bun. 2 the capital city of Scotland. 


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day, the 21st of December, at a quarter before nine in the 
evening on the threshold of the saloon of the Eeform Club ? 

We must give up all effort to describe the anxiety in which 
for three days all London society lived. They sent dispatches 
to America, and to Asia, to get news of Phileas Fogg. But 
nothing could be learned. 

On Saturday evening there was a great crowd in Pall Mall, 
and, as the hour approached when Phileas Fogg was due, the 
excitement became intense. 

The five friends of Phileas Fogg were assembled in the 
grand saloon of the Eeform Club. The two bankers, John 
Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin; the engineer, Andrew Stuart; 
the director of the Bank of England, Gauthier Ealph ; and the 
brewer, Thomas Flanagan, all waited with anxiety. 

At the moment the clock indicated twenty-five minutes past 
eight, Andrew Stuart, rising, said: 

“ Gentlemen, in twenty minutes the time agreed upon be- 
tween Mr. Fogg and ourselves will have expired.” 

“At what hour did the last train arrive?” asked Thomas 
Flanagan. 

“At twenty-three minutes after seven,” replied Gauthier 
Ealph, “and the next train does not arrive until ten minutes 
past midnight.” 

“ Well,” said Andrew Stuart, “ if Mr. Fogg had arrived in 
the train at ^twenty-three minutes after seven, lie would be 
here now. We may consider we have won the bet.” 

“Let us wait before deciding,” replied Samuel Fallentin. 
“ You know that our friend Mr. Fogg is an oddity. His ex- 
actness in everything is well known. He never arrives too 
late or too soon, and he will appear here at the very last min- 
ute, or I shall be much surprised.” 

“I could not believe it was he, even though I saw him,” 
said Andrew Stuart. 

At this moment the clock in the saloon showed twenty min- 
utes to nine. 


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157 


Five minutes yet,” said Andrew Stuart. 

The five gentlemen looked at each other. It may he be- 
lieved that their hearts beat a little more rapidly. But they 
did not wish to betray their anxiety, and at the proposal of 
Samuel Fallentin they sat down to have a game at cards. 

At this moment the hands of the clock showed eighteen 
minutes to nine. The players took up their cards, but their 
eyes were fixed upon the clock. 

* ‘‘Seventeen minutes to nine,” said Thomas Flanagan, cut- 
ting the cards which G-authier Ralph presented to him. 

Then there was a moment’s silence. The immense saloon 
of the club was quiet. But the noise of the crowd outside, 
and sometimes loud cries, were heard. The pendulum of the 
clock was beatiT% the seconds with mathematical regularity, 
and every player could count them as they struck his ear. 

Sixteen minutes to nine,” said John Sullivan, in a voice 
which showed emotion. 

One more minute and the bet would be won. Andrew 
Stuart and his colleagues played no longer. They abandoned 
their cards! They were counting the seconds! 

At the fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth, still noth- 
ing! At the fifty-fifth, there was a roaring like thunder out- 
side, followed by hurrahs kept up in one prolonged roll. 

At the fifty-seventh second, the door of the saloon opened, 
and the pendulum had not beat the sixtieth second, when 
Phileas Fogg appeared, followed by an excited crowd, who had 
forced an entrance into the club, and, in his calm voice, said : 

“ Gentlemen, here I am.” 


CHAPTER XLV. 

WHAT HE HAD GAINED. 

^ Yes! Phileas Fogg in person. 

It will be remembered that at five minutes after eight in 


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the evening, Passepartout was ordered by his master to notify 
Reverend Samuel Wilson in reference to a certain marriage 
which w'as to take place next day. 

Passepartout went with rapid steps to the residence of Rev- 
erend Samuel Wilson, but that gentleman was out and Passe- 
partout had to wait. It was thirty-five minutes past eight 
when he left the clergyman’s house. But in what a condition ! 
His hair disordered, without hat — he ran as nobody ever ran 
before, rushing along the sidewalks like a water-spout. 

In three minutes he reached the house in Saville Row, and 
rushed out of breath into Mr. Fogg’s room. 

AVhat is the matter? ” asked Mr. Fogg. 

Master ” — stammered Passepartout — ‘‘ marriage — impos- 
sible — to-morrow. ’ ’ '* 

‘‘Why?” 

“ Because to-morrow is Sunday.” 

“Monday,” replied Mr. Fogg. 

“ No — to-day — Saturday.” 

“Saturday? Impossible!” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” cried Passepartout. “You have made a 
mistake of one day. We arrived twenty-four hours in advance 
— hut there are not ten minutes left! ” 

Passepartout seized his master by the collar, and dragged 
him along. 

Phileas Fogg, thus taken without having time to reflect, left 
his room, went out of his house, jumped into a cab, promised 
one hundred pounds to the driver, and, after running over 
two dogs, and into five carriages, arrived at the Reform 
Club. 

It was a quarter to nine when he got into the grand saloon. 

Phileas Fogg had accomplished the tour of the world in 
eighty days, and won his bet of twenty thousand pounds ! 

And now, how was it that so exact a man could have made 
this mistake of a day ? How did he think that it was the 
evening of Saturday, December 21st, when he reached Lon- 


WHAT HE HAD GAINED. 


159 


whereas it was Friday, December 20th, only the seventy- 
ninth day after his departure ? 

The reason is very simple and it is this : 

Phileas Fogg had, without suspecting it, gained a day in his 
journey, because he had traveled east He would have lost 
a day had he traveled west Journeying east, he had gone 
toward the sun, and consequently the days became four min- 
utes less for him as many times as he crossed degrees in that 
direction. How, there are three hundred and sixty degrees to 
the earth’s circumference, and these three hundred and sixty 
degrees, multiplied by four, the number of minutes, give pre- 
cisely twenty-four hours — that is the day gained. In other 
words, while Phileas Fogg, traveling toward the east, saw the 
sun pass the meridian eighty times, his colleagues, in London, 
saw it pass only seventy-nine times. Therefore, this very day, 
which was Saturday, and not Sunday, as Mr. Fogg thought, 
his friends were waiting for him at the Keform Club.‘ 

Phileas Fogg then had won the twenty thousand pounds. 
But as he had spent in his journey about nineteen thousand, 
his gain was small. However, his object was to win, not to 
make money. And even the thousand pounds remaining he 
divided between Passepartout and the unfortunate Fix, against 
whom he could not cherish a grudge. Only for the sake of 
3 xactuess, he kept out of his servant’s share the cost of the 
^as which, through his fault, had burned for nineteen hundred 
ind twenty hours. 

That very evening Mr. Fogg said to Mrs. Aouda: 

“ This marriage is still agreeable to you ? ” 

Mr. Fogg,”^ replied Mrs. Aouda, “ it is for me to ask von 
that question. You were ruined; now you are rich — — ” 

“ Pardon me, madame; my fortune belongs to you. If 3 -:vii 
bad not thought of the marriage, my servant would not h^ve 

’ To avoid error such as Mr. Fogg’s, pass from the east, and the day before if 
navigators crossing the Pacific Ocean make they pass from the west. When it is Sun- 
1 change of a day after passing the 180 th day for example, east of the l 80 th meridian, 
Jitridian— calling it the day after, if they it is Monday west of it. 


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gone to the house of Eeverend Samuel Wilson. I would uot 

have been apprised of my mistake, and ” ^ 

Dear Mr. Fogg — ” said the young woman. 

‘‘Dear Mrs. Aouda,” replied Phileas Fogg. 

The marriage took place forty-eight hours later, and Past ^e- 
partout, resplendent, dazzling, was present as the young w"' wo- 
man’s witness. ' 

At daylight the next morning Passepartout knocked noisi ly 
at his master’s door. The door opened, and Mr. Fogg aske d : 

“ What is the matter, Passepartout ? ” 

“I have just found out this moment, sir, that we con -Id 
make the tour of the world in seventy-eight days.” 

“Doubtless,” replied Mr. Fogg, “by not crossing Ind: ia. 
But if I had not crossed India, I would not have saved Mj^s. 

Aouda, she would not be my wife, and ” 

And Mr. Fogg quietly shut the door. j 

And so Phileas Fogg won his bet. In eighty days he hi id 
accomplished the tour of the world. To do this he had eijn- 
ployed every means of conveyance — steamers, railways, ele- 
phants, merchant vessels, sledges — and all through he hjad 
displayed his wonderful qualities of coolness and exactness.^ 

But what then? What had he gained by leaving horn 9? 
What had he brought back from his journey ? 

Nothing, do you say ? Nothing, perhaps, but a charmiPg J 
woman who made him the happiest of men ! 

And would you not for less than that make a tour rouid 
the world ? 


> A few years ago a toiir of the world 
was made in eeveiity-two days by a repre- 
of anAnftcslI^ewspaper. This 
Jju'MJl slarteafcdft^^ewYork on Novem- 
ber 14, 1889, and, going east, completed the 
tour and arrived back in New York on 
January 25, 1890. The route taken was : 
Now York ; Southampton, England ; 


through France to Brindisi, Italy ; Sicz 
Canal ; Ceylon, India ; Singapore ; Hc^g- 
kong ; Yokohama ; San Francisco ; l^w 
York — very nearly Mr. Fogg’s route, ^ut 
the American did not cross India, and ''as 
not followed by a detective, or stoppe( 
buffaloes or Sioux Indians, as Mr. Pgg 
was. 


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